The Sibling Below Me...

[Aphos]

But all those needles in the haystacks keep poking me.


The sibling below me always wears galoshes just in case.

[Aggie]

Steel-toed galoshes.  You never know when you need to tromp through mud, or will dump water on your boots.  If it's too warm to need my -100 C composite-toed winters, I wear steel-toed rubber boots for fieldwork.


The sibling below me thinks that wearing steel-toed rubbers is taking protection to unnecessary lengths.

[Griffin NoName]

Unecessary lengths? No, I think you are boasting.

TsBM knows when to keep quiet.

[Sibling Chatty]

Knows, yes. DOES?? Rarely.

TSBM is certain that I am out of my mind.

[Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith]

Quite certain.  For, it is with happy coincidence that you are often in the minds of other people-- who, more often than not, don't actually have a mind of their own, and could well use a piece of yours. 

The sibling below me would welcome a piece of Chatty's mind.

[pieces o nine]

No, I have enough pieces of my own, thank you.


The sibling below me has packed away the winter clothes and unpacked the shorts and tees and such.

[Aphos]

Yes I have.  Which is why I am the color blue.  Waiting for it to warm up.


The sibling below me believes in Bertrand Russel's teapot.

[Sibling Chatty]

I believe in ALL teapots. I fear the Universal Omnivorous and Omniscient Sock Monster, however.

The sibling below me doesn't fear the reaper.

[Aphos]

I always listen to what BOC tells me to do.


The sibling below me likes liver and onions.

[Opsa]

Well, I like my own liver and I like onions, but I'm not sure I like what onions do to my liver. Or any other of my lower digestive organs.

The Sibling below me feels all squinchy at the mention of organs.

[Aphos]

Particularly pipe organs.  Ewwwwwwwww.


The sibling below me fancies pipe organ music.

[pieces o nine]

Only when performed in full evening regalia, mask, and cape.


The sibling below me prefers bagpipes.

[Aphos]

Yes.  They are an excellent tool for scaring away evil spirits...and everything else.


The sibling below me prefers screeching cats to bagpipes.

[pieces o nine]

Of course, they claw when you press them with your elbows, and they only know a couple tunes, but they purr nicely when you put them down.


The sibling below me appreciates classical instruments.

[Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith]

I do, I do.

Especially classical sacbut playing.

But my favorite has to be the hirtenschalmei

The sibling below me wonders if I've been exposed to anything dangerous recently.