Youngest Baby Sis,
Thinking about that first year in Eureka, I couldn't help but start chuckling when I thought of the middle of the night earthquake drill I put you through! You'd come to visit after we'd been married several months, and I woke you up in the middle of the night because I felt an earthquake, that really was just the dog shaking the bed. Hey, I was just thinking of your safety! Standing in the door jam of the guest room screaming "earthquake" and jolting you out of a sound sleep seemed perfectly logical at the time. But then when we were awake, wasn't it nice that I had really good cable and no rules and we could watch Beavis and Butthead until we fell asleep on the couch?
I think we also spooked ourselves in that weirdly echoing house, just the two of us and my fear that someone was living in the crawl space stealing my stuff (sure glad we discovered it wasn't a crawl space guy or me going crazy, but a fellow Coastie's psycho girlfriend). We spent lots of nights sleeping in the living room!
Wasn't that also the visit where the alternator went kaput and we spent hours in the parking lot waiting for E to fix it, then the only way to get it to turn over was him and me pushing, and you popping the clutch and then you were in a moving vehicle, in the drivers seat, driving, when you were only 14?
Then we stuffed you in the back seat, packed a ton of belongings around you and made you hold my beloved, but really smelly, dog on a twelve hour drive. Remember that?
I think I might have been the coolest big sister ever!