Friday, July 24, 2009

"Manicure? Are You Serious?"

I love my twin sister dearly, but though we are identical by birth , in personality we couldn't be more different if we tried.

The differences between us are huge. I am an over the top, got to get my hair done, nails done, purse collecting, make-up, lipgloss, and bracelet wearing, perfume's a must, non-athletic individual. She is pretty much the opposite.

One thing that is located fairly high on my priority list is having my nails done. Let me just say that my twin doesn't quite place that particular activity as high on her list of priorities as I do.

At any rate, about two years ago we were on our way out of town together and I announced that before we got on I-75 I had to go by the nail salon and have my nails done. She looked at me like I was insane. I just looked back at her and said "do you think that I can just walk around all week watching my nail polish become chipped and look worse with every day that passes?"

I will tell you she was not at all happy about my need for a manicure. She was completely at a loss as to why this was a must before we could leave town. I assured her that not going to have them done would ruin my entire trip and so she let me out of the car in front of the nail salon.

The manicure took about an hour and needless to say when I came out my sister's mood had become a little more intense, as had her need for understanding. I told her I just had to do it and I apologized for not having been able to find the time to work it in before the last minute and she let it go...or so I thought.

Tonight my sister stopped by for a visit and as we were having a cup of coffee together she told me that she had a dream last night. She said it was actually a nightmare. I said that I was sorry and told her how I hate nightmares and asked her to tell me what it was about.

She began by saying that she and I were in a Jeep and she was driving. I began thinking thoughts like oh God, someone was after us and we died, or we crashed and I died, and all the horrible things that one would associate with a nightmare.

Well as she went on to tell me more I learned that she had dreamed that the Jeep was out of control and that the entire vehicle was falling forward. She said that her head was forced down and she couldn't see out of the windshield so she had no idea where we were going to land or what she could do to try and save our lives.

I told her that all sounded terrible, and then she said "that's not how it ended". I said oh. What else happened? She said "I asked you if you could see out of the windshield and I looked over at you..and there you were just slowly painting your nails". She then proceeded to give me a visual on just how I was doing it.

I looked right at her and said "Are you serious right now?" She assured me that she was, and I then told her that I knew why she had dreamed that I was nonchalantly painting my nails in the middle of a life and death situation. She let me go on to explain, and I told her that I thought it was because she never thinks that I take things as seriously as I should.

After hearing my explanation, she told me that wasn't why at all . I then asked her why she thought she had that dream, and ...here comes the good part...she said "Do you remember that time we were going on vacation together and you had to stop and get your nails done?"

Well I have to be honest with you... I cracked up!!, Then I said "Yes..Oh My God! You've been holding onto to that for years!" I thought you let that go before we entered I-75 that day.

When she left we were both laughing, each at ourselves...me because I knew good and well that my part in her nightmare sounded just about like something I would do, and She because she realized that she had been holding on to her frustration with me over that little incident for so long.

I do feel terrible for asking her to wait over something like my nails, but a woman's gotta do what she's gotta do...

Let me just say now that I am sorry Sister...I love you ..And it was in truth pretty selfish of me to make you wait, but if it helps, my vacation was much better for your kindness.

Oh, and one more thing to make you feel better... don't worry about the nightmare coming true...I never paint my own nails..(Smile)
 
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