Putting to rest the thought that I may have been switched at birth

Some highlights from a conversation with my sister Rebecca, who, unfortunately, proves that I must actually be genetically related to my family.

“I hate boys. I wish I were religious because I would so totally become a nun.”

“I didn’t get anything I wanted out of this relationship. I didn’t even get to find out how kinky I am.”

“I’m stalling.”
“I know. Me too. Because I know when I get off the phone I’m just going to go wallow.”
“Yeah, me too. Well, actually I’m going to go poop and then wallow.”