If you’ve been reading for a while, then you’re familiar with my aunt Julie. She is lovingly referred to on my blog as The Spinster. Now, you might wonder why I would be so mean as to call my aunt a spinster, but then if you knew us, you wouldn’t question it at all. She’s only 5 years older than me and she’s about as far from a spinster as you can get.
She’s always going off on trips and adventures. Like a couple or so years ago, she and her friends took a trip “out west”. She likes to geo-cache and ride around in her jeep with the top off. I like to live vicariously through her because her life is way more exciting than mine. So, to answer the question of why I call her a spinster, the only true answer is: Because I want to. And because I can. And because I like to give her a hard time. You should hear some of the names that she calls me. 🙂
Being as close in age as we are, we are more like sisters or friends than aunt and niece. We’ve had MANY adventures together over the years. From owning a business together to trying to transplant a tree from her yard to mine (and subsequently killing the tree – sorry pretty little redbud tree). We drove to Detroit one year to watch our beloved Cowboys beat the Lions and had a blast getting up to mischief at the expense of Nancy & Suzie before we left (that is a story for another day) and also in downtown Detroit where I attempted to aid a drunken Lions fan who had fallen on the ice in the street and the spinster laid rubber on the road leaving him in the dust before I could even get the car door open. Good times.
We’ve had bike wrecks together, done home improvement projects and have played many a prank on my poor unsuspecting husband.
Once when he was asleep, we took a stamp that had her name on it and stamped it right smack in the middle of his forehead. Haaaaa! That was so funny! We even practiced on each other first, so we could test how much pressure would be needed to make a clear impression without waking him. We’re very thorough in our pranking.
Yup, she’s a good old spinster, I wouldn’t trade her for the world.
And if you didn’t catch her comment in my post from last week, I’m including it below. It’s quite hilarious.
In response to the poem This Is A House Where Children Live, the Spinster wrote:
“Have you also heard this much-beloved version?
This Is a House Where a Spinster Lives
You may not find things all in place,
Friend, when you enter here.
But, you’re now in a home where a spinster lives,
For that you should show fear.
And you may find doggy footprints,
And hairballs in the hall.
Who knows when she’ll clean them up.
If she ever does at all!
For there’s one thing of which we’re sure,
This spinster’s not here long.
When she should scrub and clean and such,
She’s in the garage playing ping pong.
So when will the spinster have a well-kept house,
Not til the grave has pulled her down.
Right now, this is where a spinster lives,
In the dirty part of town.