In My Defense

Yesterday I called my busiest sister. I’m going to visit her next week and needed to know when she was most available for me to stay with her for a couple of nights. Every time I think my life is crazy, I just talk to her for a minute and realize that perhaps being an art student is more demanding than being a grad student (perhaps, maybe they’re just different…)  but I digress.

About 5 minutes into our conversation, just as I was pulling into my driveway, she said (and I quote)

“Congratulations on getting a boyfriend, I hear all you do is make out all the time.”

Me: “Thanks. Wait, what? How did you get that information?”

Her: “Samuel told me. He read it on your blog.”

*Samuel is my sister's old roommate's husband. Also, my other sister's brother in law.*

Me: “He read that we make out all the time?”

Her: “yeah. I don’t have time to read your blog.”

I went home and re read my blog post. Mostly I just alluded to the fact that I had been kissed. (Read it, I said NOTHING about making out. Nothing specific about how and where, because frankly, it’s none of your business -though I do love you).

So here’s my defense: 

Yes, I have a boyfriend.

Yes, we kiss on occasion, not “all the time.”

We do other things to. I do homework. We go to music recitals. We eat. We cook. We go to church things. 

We talk. We tease. And sometimes, on occasion, appropriately, we kiss.

And I like it.

So there.