I just called my sister and told her I have strep throat and that the doctor says I’m contagious. She probably knows I’m lying. But she’d have to drive three hours to prove it, and I know for sure she isn’t going to do that. She has NEVER driven out to my house. Not even once. If I see her, it’s because I make the trip.

You know what? I’m going to the store right now to buy a cake mix and a quart of top-notch ice cream. You know how most people spend hours and hours working on cooking Thanksgiving dinners, and then more hours cleaning up, just so they can have their favorite food?

Well, my favorite food is cake.

Tomorrow, I’m going to make a cake and eat the whole thing, with as much ice cream as I want.

And with each bite, I’m going to be thankful that I don’t have dishes to clean up, or a stupid sister to put up with.

Isolation Score: 7