To love someone completely and to be loved in return. Is there anything greater than this?

I feel like I’ve found the meaning of life.

kidsis’s birthday and a 3inch cleavage

see, this is why I need a blog that my family don’t read (unlike my one over at “twenty6″)

it was my kid sister’s 22nd birthday do on Saturday. We went out for a meal together and I made a cake so dense in calories it should come with a health warning.

Alan and I were last to arrive and the two seats available were right opposite kid sis (flirt extraordinare) and bigsis (with a good 7cm of cleavage on show). Surprisingly, kidsis kept her flirtings with my beloved to less than usual which was a relief but even so there was my big sis’s cleavage that demanded more than its fair share of attention.

When we got home afterwards I mentioned it to Alan, he admitted he was appalled and kept finding he couldn’t listen to what she was saying cos he was trying SO hard not to look at her cleavage all the time “keep looking up, Alan. Her eyes, look at her eyes, focus on her face, Alan keep looking at the face, do not drop your eyes lower than this, c’mon Alan you can do it!” He honestly can’t remember a lot of things she said cos he was too busy talking to himself to prevent embarassment, but I told him “Hey, it’s not just you. You think you’re inappropriate – I found my eyes wandering to the cleavage and I’m her sister!! – those things are just eye-catching, like ankles were in the 18th century, I guess. So don’t feel bad”

I really am not annoyed at all with him, it’s my sis I’m peeved with. Personally I think it’s a little bit rude to wear such a top when you’ve got someone else’s fella about. I have a top that’s worse (I admit) but I am careful when to wear it. I would never wear it in front of one of Alan’s friends, say (who are all attached and I would expect and deserve some dirty looks from their partners if I did – Salsa is fair game, though)

I was even MORE annoyed when big(cleavage)sis asked him “do you want to take in a lodger?”. He said no. Apparently big sis is looking for somewhere to live (oh thank GOD he said no!).

Later, the grand, calorie dense Chocolate Fudge cake was brought out to loud happy birthday from the whole restaurant – and bigsis said to Alan “just think, if I’d been your lodger, you’d not get these cakes – although I AM tidier”

Er, my untidiness has been an issue of late. It’s confined to my lodger’s room (which I still keep as my room) and it’s not something we fight about, but he’s teased me a few times and so I wasn’t too pleased she brought it up (hey, I know, I’ll wear the lowest cut top I own, lean forward to talk to my sister’s boyfriend and then I’ll undermine my sis in front of him by pointing out some of her flaws). I wasn’t furious but I had to resist swinging a mighty left hook in her direction for that remark.

I’ve been low enough as it is lately, I didn’t need my sis trying to move in.

Anyway, then the very next day I had a sort of a cleaning mood. I washed up and dried up and put everything away, polished the sink, laid out clean tea towels, cleaned and polished the hob, cleaned behind the kettle and under the toaster, swept the floor and promised to Alan that I would try hard to be really spiffing in my general tidiness. He was pleased, said I didn’t have to do that but it was nice to have a really sparkling kitchen and kissed me nicely before going to the pub and I set to finishing my essay (actually, I wasted hours on the internet instead. stupid me!)

He came home a bit tipsy. Said he missed me, cuddled in and spoke of my soft skin and how squidgeable I am and I was glad because I’d had a face like a wet-weekend all Sunday (hungover, perhaps) and was really low. He asked me if I was feeling better, hugged me and snuggled in to sleep.

I mentioned Bigsis’s remark and told him I was glad he said no. “is that what all today was about?! the cleaning and things?! Don’t be so SILLY. She’s not my type and I don’t want you to listen to them or change cos of what they (your sisters) say! Get some confidence, for goodness sake. Be different, don’t listen to them.

And I thought: hold on… maybe he’s right – maybe I did polish the kitchen cos of the remark my sis had made, maybe I WAS feeling second/third best to them two -

oh no hang on – my lodger’s room is still a complete tip.. phew.

I suppose I ought to be flattered that my sisters flirt with my boyfriend. It’s annoying too, though. I did once have a boyfriend who made little secret of the fact he fancied my sister. That was annoying.

it seems to me that in most men the word ’sisters’ pushes similar buttons as ‘fireman’ does for women