sista or sister?

By sista, I mean my actual sister. My older sister, Kelli made my day today. I tried to log onto Facebook from my phone while I was in line at the post office, just to change my status to [Michelle: my sister just made me feel like a superhero]. No kidding, except as it told me I had entered my user ID incorrectly, I was at the head of the line.

I was having such an overwhelming day. I called Kelli on the way to the bank and post office and dry cleaners and other errands, rushing to make it to all of them before they closed. It was already 4:30. I made it to the bank. As I was waiting in the drive-up line I was venting to her about my headache from my client, about not having time to study, about aaarrrrrgh! She told me if I needed some perspective that perhaps Mathew's (my almost 2 yr old nephew) recent conundrums would be of some help: Mathew loves to wear pajamas with footies. Don't we all. I wish I still could, but have a feeling Joe would object. Probably not too sexy. Back to the story- Mathew loves to wear pajamas with footies. This presents a very grave problem as he also loves to wear shoes at all times. Feet inside of footies do not fit inside of shoes. Alas, this is not all. Not only does he want to wear shoes at all times, even when he has footies over his feet, he wants to wear 3 shoes. THREE SHOES. Now, if you do not know my nephew, you may want to kjnow that he does not have 3 feet. My family may be strange, but not that strange. We are not mutants (apology for any one who may have 3 feet). My problems are not that big. They just aren't. My stresses are due to problems that have solutions. They may be solutions I procrastinate, thereby prolonging my stress, but remedies nonetheless. Thank God I do not have to try to grow a third foot or fit footie covered feet into my shoes.


Then, I made it to the post office just in time- so close to them closing that they probably considered running up to the doors and locking them as I approached. Kelli told me I'm practically a superhero. I paused at this silly phrase and thought, "Yeah, I did accomplish something." Which, is nothing like being a superhero, but I thought that maybe I am sort of great. I may not have even started any of my readings, worked on my thesis, worked on my graduate scholar tasks, or even talked to Eliza or Joe... BUT- I made it through an overwhelming day with my client, through a boring class lecture, and made it to the post office just barely in the nick of time. Pretty damn close to super hero. Now I just need a name. Any ideas? I was thinking the Barely Achieving Achiever. No that is totally LAME.