Out on the street

I am planning to live with one of my greatest childhood enemies: my little sister. And I am terrified.

I don't think she will beat me up, like she could. And her husband is great, even if he has X-Men #1 and didn't even know it was valuable until he saw my original X-Men toy set and was like: "Oh yeah, I have that comic." He hasn't even told me what other comics he has.

Her children are hilariously wonderful. They were referring to me as "w Honky" on the ride home from work last night. I am sure it was a term of endearment because my wheelchair beeps, not a slur because I am really white.

It isn't them at all.

We are just starting to plan design of a house with an in-law suite for me. It'll be such fun to live with a family. But what if we forget something, like the door to the bathroom or put the windows up high or some silly thing?

Or what if my good credit is not good enough and I ruin everything and we are all left homeless?

I know a new house won't solve all of my many problems, but what if it is not perfect? And it's my fault.