Headless Wha...?

I have some crazy friends. I also have some crazy family members, who, lucky for me, I also consider my buddies. One such person is my little sister Miriam, aka Mim. Mim is loving, goofy, has a flair for the dramatic (what 12-year-old doesn’t?), and is always good at making the rest of us laugh. When I went home last weekend to visit the fam, Mim was super excited to show me her new bedspread in her room. I went with her to check it out. I admired the pretty colors, then we settled down to hang out for a bit.

“Becca, do you know who makes me happy whenever I’m sad?” Miriam asked me from her spot on the floor.

“Who is that, Mim?”

“Veronica!”

With that she swung a detached Barbie head at me, her dark hair streaming behind her.

“She’s a shrunken head!” Miriam burst into laughter.

I picked up the Barbie head, and looked at Miriam, my surprise halting my laughter for the moment.

“Miriam…” I began to laugh, the hilarity of the situation breaking through my shock. The more I thought about it, the funnier it was. Heck, I’m laughing writing this.

“Where did you… Why…” I gasped for air. “Why is she just a head?”

“Her body’s over here, I can put the head back on when I want to,” Mim replied, still laughing.

Miriam and I laughed over this for the next fifteen minutes. I’m still laughing now. How does my little sister even know what a shrunken head is? And the fact that she has a headless Barbie is a bit disconcerting... Maybe I should be concerned. However she came about the headless Barbie, it was hilarious. I'm intrigued about THAT story. That, however, will have to wait until our next adventure. Here's to you, Mim.