"My roommate gave me the remote for the garage door," The Sister told me at lunch today. Parking in a garage is also known as A Big Deal around these parts. "Wow, she's letting you have the garage?" I asked, surprised. Last I knew, those two were fighting over a jar of peanut butter.
"Yes," she explained. "She gave it to me for being such a good roommate."
"Huh, wow," I said, eyebrows raised, pleased that my sister was making such positive strides in the roommate department.
"Yeah, it's my New Year's Resolution to be a better person this year. So I want to be a better roommate," she said. "Even though I think she's a crazy bitch."
Ah. There is The Sister that I know. I was worried.