Soundbytes from the Weekend.

"We aren't playing bitey biterson right now, we are playing sleepy sleeperson."

"Oh look, your backseat. The place all my tupperware goes to die."

"Ian, I tangled your stupid paracord rope around my wrist and can't get it off."
"Hold on, I'll help you in a second."
"Good, but try to take it off all sexy like so I don't feel like such a moron."
"Okay, look. There really isn't a 'sexy' way to remove a rope that you've successfully tangled around your wrist, sorry. I'm just going to have to pull it off, and it might hurt."

"I can hear it now! 'Listen up boys, it's a fight for the finish! I don't care if you have to take a chainsaw to that egg to get in, you just get in!' Haha!"

"Ian, come look at my Ross budget proposal for 2013."
"You have a budget proposal? What just happened to calling it your budget plan? No wait. I like this better. It makes me feel important, like a senator or a president. Maybe a lawyer."
"Okay...?"
"My name is Ian Ross and I approve this budget."

"Introverts unite!"
"....in separate houses, maybe..."

"Can you bring a pie this Sunday?"
"Maaaaayyyybbbeeee..."
"Please?"
"Depends on how bad you want it."
"I don't want it. I just don't want to make it....what do you want?!"
"Your soul. Nom nom nom."

"I just don't think it's fair you own all the properties on that entire corner of the board plus the TARDIS/railroad. It's like you have a monopoly on that section."
"Well, they don't call the game Monopoly for no reason."

Disclaimer: I am a terrifying sibling.

I may or may not post again today, but I should probably get this disclaimer out of the way first.

You will read a lot of stories about sisterly pranks I pulled on my siblings here. If you have spoken to my parents at all, they have most likely informed you that I was a well behaved, well adjusted respectful child. This is a bold faced lie, but they don't realize that. Only my siblings can truly tell you the awful things I am capable of thinking up and acting out. I was the dictator of the siblinghood, all obeyed me or suffered. Believe it or not, the suffering and obeying was split pretty 50/50 most of the time. Until my siblings grew up to gigantic versions of themselves, I ruled the land. Once they realized that they were all about a foot taller than me and several pounds heavier, the scales swiftly tilted in their favor, but you won't hear many stories about that, as I tend to block those sorts of unpleasants thoughts out of my brain forever.

Don't misunderstand me, however. I would like to think I am a fairly amazing sibling now. I try to be helpful and loving. I also try to make sure all my siblings know I love them to death, but this is mostly in part to the fact that the small demon living inside of me probably got tired of my small frame and moved elsewhere.

So there you have it. My disclaimer about how truly terrible I was as a child. Mum. Dad. Don't let this sway your opinion of me. I was still every bit as amazing as you have yourselves tricked into believing.