…and baby sisters.

As I may have mentioned before,

my sister is a summer intern at the White House.

What I may not have mentioned is that she has been dating someone,

a chap from somewhere overseas,

and he will be returning home this week.

So, just this afternoon, I got the following text from the baby sis:

It read,

“What if [insert name of foreign mystery man] and I are like Grease. We will go back to school and people will ask about our summers and we will spontaneously break out into “Summer Lovin’. ‘Took her bowlin’ in the arcade…”

Well, all I have to say about that is,

Tell me more, tell me more,

like, does he have a car?

There’s nothing like some good musical theater,

or a message from my sister that makes me actually laugh out loud,

on a quiet, hazy Wednesday afternoon.