last night, we’re ordering chinese food (well, i’m ordering, jer’s pointing), when nancy gets home. i go running out of the bedroom (our HQ), to see if she wants to add to the order, thus helping us top off our minimum order amount – so far, we’d been adding egg rolls and rice willy-nilly to do so, since that food makes me GAG (f*** you, morning sickness, why couldn’t you take away asparagus and greek – i hate that shit to start with).
and lo and behold….
AGGIE
(well this is actually her half-sister, envie. aggie has a different father and is, ahem, african-canadian)!
the adventures started right away, as i threw animal rights to the wall and loved and rubbed and cuddled the leather. i jumped up and down and told her i loved her (the bag, not nancy, though she did get hugged rather violently), and that i was so happy that she would be my new baby (note to zoe: i was blinded. i think someone slipped something in my drink. it meant nothing to me, i promise. and i’ll explain fashion coveting when you’re old enough to understand and whine to your father about needing something). then, i thought long and hard and out loud about the skin colour of the newest member of our family.
jealousy abound – flash forward 3 hours and jade, my psycho feline, is trying to crawl into aggie, and despite aggie’s desperate cries for help, jer sits there and laughs. jade is shoo’d and aggie, once again in my protective embrace.
2 hours later – pass out during intermission of NHL 2006 (original xbox, yo – though we wouldn’t mind the 360 for xmas…hint hint) and am awakon to find the aggie is standing on the edge of a very large chair, threatening a dramatic self-murder. i rush to tell her that she has so much to live for, and find that my own insensitivity drove her to this dilema – and soothe her, telling her that i would never trade her in for her sister and that i understand all about sibling rivalry and that i am not a racist and in fact, love the mod fashion period. so, black and white can live together in harmony, once again.
then we shared a coke, after we pushed jer out of the bed and cuddled up for some good “what to expect…” reading, by candlelight. and slept contentedly until jade struck again at 5 am.
this time, there were no soothing words, and aggie let her true “i am a bitch and i’m not afraid to show it” warrior princess personality reign. and i knew at that moment that i wouldn’t ever have to worry about her at all – she could take care of her own ass.
i couldn’t be prouder.
