My baby sister wrecked my dad’s RV, so she called me and asked if I could pick her up this morning and take her home. So I did. I got up before I would normally have to, drove my car over there, picked her up, took her to her house across town (62 miles), and came home again.

She didn’t offer to pay for my gas. Her dog pooped in my car.

Somedays it makes you wonder if you really wanted family.