A holiday isn’t a holiday without Little Sissy Pham falling ill, but the little engine that could powered through my to-do list - kayaking with dolphins, snorkelling, horse-riding in the bush and lake, bush-walking in the national parks, visiting all the local beaches, lots of spa/pool/sauna sessions at the resort and eating all the things. Noosa holidaying is a fabulous way to spend a 30th birthday month!
Little Sissy Pham finally flew the coup. She moved out with The Bloody Vegan (her boyfriend who I lovingly call that every time I remember I have to cook a separate dish for him) last weekend. We sent her off with Mum's sharpest knife because we pray she'll learn to cook more than two minute noodles, though we don't think our prayers will be answered for a while.
Dad Pham has been very sad without her around. He can't remember the last time he was this sad. He was relieved for Mum Pham when she passed away and he was completely fine when I moved to Melbourne, but for some reason Little Sissy Pham moving to the other side of Brisbane really got him down. I should be totally offended but I'm busy discovering the great things about not having Little Sissy Pham around. This is what I've noticed so far:
1. Luigi gets to sleep in the car port.
2. My products fit in the bathroom cabinet instead of the nook in my wardrobe.
3. I no longer speak English at home so my Vietnamese might improve (even the optimist in me highly doubts this).
4. No fighting to do laundry.
5. I get my cat all to myself.
6. When I open the pantry all my food is still there!
7. I can set up an exercise/dance space.
8. I don't have to make bulk lunches for work anymore!!
9. I can shower whenever for however long I want in the mornings or evenings.
10. I finally, finally get to buy my favourite toilet paper: Kleenex Cottonelle - oh how I have missed your sweet caress. Evil sis made me get Sorbent for her sensitive bee-hind. No more! It's fluffy ribbed Cottonelle in this house from now on!
Did I mention when I open my pantry all my food is still there? Woohoo!
Since we were tiny tots, Little Sissy Pham has been terrified of me. Who wouldn't be? I'm all smiles and hugs until KABLAM! The evil demon within comes out to RRAAAAAAARRRRR!!!! Or not. I honestly don't know why she was so scared of me when we were younger. She was the one who beat me all the time. But it's fairly obvious that she was petrified of me.
This photo is of Little Sissy Pham really not enjoying my affection: