Call on me, call me! Call on me, call me!

Sometimes when I come home and only my mom is there, we like to drink wine and laugh at the various documents that detail my little sister's inability to socialize herself. Yes, it's wrong. But the selection, a big stack at the top of the computer desk, is available and top-notch. It's usually things like insurance claims, traffic tickets, and notices of insufficient funds.

Like, today's zinger still has me laughing. It was a notice of insufficient funds for a bill paid at a tanning salon. The thing is, my sister's natural skin color is REALLY BROWN.