“Ben this dog is so wild. I am not sure I can handle her.”

“Yes, Sarah, you can. You’re just not used to puppies. Daisy was never a real puppy, she was more like an aging butch lesbian when you adopted her.”

“I guess… I just can’t deal with wild.”

“Her namesake was probably just as wild in her youth. You probably jinxed the dog by naming her after Rosie.”

“Not possible. Did Human Rosie eat boxes?”

“I can’t say for sure.”

“What about underwear? Do you think human Rosie chewed on those?”

“Without a doubt… I also expect your dog to fall in love with Frank Sinatra and pick up a nasty smoking habit any day now.”

I hung up with Ben and walked outside to find that Rosie has dragged all my purses into the backyard. I ran back inside to see what other damage she had done and found this:

I think it’s safe to say the bitch will live another day. I’m a sucker for cute.

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Sure, Ben hangs holiday lights for her, but I named my scooter after my grandmother. Plus I have better hair and shower more often.

Ben went to visit my grandparents the weekend before Easter. When I called, all my grandma could talk about was how great it was to see my brother. Rather than be thrilled he made her so happy, I was pissed at him.

I immediately planned a trip the following weekend. It’s important to remind her I’m the one she love the most.

While driving to the country, I left Ben a voicemail with my somewhat deviant plan to win her back.  Here’s the voicemail from his phone. Try not to pay attention to my icky manlike voice.

For the record, my grandmother declared me the winner. She encouraged future competition. She said it’s to ensure more visits from the both of us, but I know she’s only going along with it so Ben doesn’t get his feelings hurt. She’s a good woman and doesn’t want to tell my brother she loves me more.

Even though it’s soooooo obvious.

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“Oh, you got a new pug?”

“No, it’s a Swiffer WetJet.”

“You’re in love with a mop?”

“Sarah it’s not JUST a mop. It’s a mop and broom combo.”

“What did you name her?”

“I didn’t.”

“Benjamin, if you don’t know the name of your true love, then it’s not love. That’s called a one-night stand. You’re having a one-night stand with a freaking mop.”

“I told you, it’s not JUST a mop. Why can’t you just support my choices?”

“Um, because you’re a weirdo.”

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In an attempt to find something worthwhile on the site I spent last night trying to hack into my brother’s account. I tried every password combination I could think of:

mysisterisawesome

sarahismyhero

mysisterkicksyoursistersass

thisismylastwillandtestamentandileavesarahEVERYTHING

I finally gave up and asked him for his password, which he willingly gave me. SUCKER.

This was the result:

I took some “Sex and the City” quizzes on his behalf, and he’s totally a Samantha. I respected Ben’s privacy and didn’t read any of his messages. I’d point out how this makes me the best sister ever, but I joined the Sarah Palin fan group which is pretty much the shittiest thing a sister could do.

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It took a few years, but I finally found a reason not to hate Facebook. is a post from: Sarah Bellum's Tales of Wit and Charm. Click here to read comments!