So Supa Sister had a delightful holiday “vacation,” as far as “vacations at home with the kids and not relaxing on the island of Jamaica” go…which means for the last seven or so days, Supa Sister has caught up on every lost episode of Spongebob, Punk’d, and That’s So Raven; completed all last minute holiday shopping, gift wrapping, card mailing, visiting, and phone calling; went grocery shopping every other day to keep the Ruff Ryder’s and their greedy pals fed and content; nursed my schizophrenic pooch through a severe case of the holiday bubble guts; finally watched my Netflix dvd’s; did 1,569 loads of laundry; whipped up a batch of my infamous fried chicken wings at 11pm on a Sunday night at the Ruff Ryder’s request; basked in maternal pride as the RR’s presented me with the I Love the ‘80’s board game as a Xmas gift (awwww!); played endless games of Scrabble, Hangman, Hide-n-go-Seek, Hot Hands, Ms. Pac Man, Monopoly, and The Sims; turned down a sweet but implausible marriage proposal; thought about watering my lawn; fed every insane food craving I had within every 24 hour period; pondered the meaning of my entire fucking life; cleaned out my closet, my room, the RR’s rooms, garage, spare room, linen closet, and beneath the kitchen sink in some sort of PMS obsessive-compulsive attack; took down half my plaits; gushed over RR #2’s drawing skills
and helped her perfect her runway model walk, and assured RR # 1 that showering every day in no way makes him any less cool. So Supa Sister is happy to report that she was very much looking forward to her one day back at the office, so she could come to work and get some fucking rest.
PS - Thanks for the love, One Cool Sis.