I know, sorry, sorry – I have been….uh, busy, the last couple of weeks. But I can leave you with the letter Dep stuck under my door, for your amusement, and my mortification.

Dear Sis,

I know I should talk to you about this stuff in person, but quite frankly, it is kinda embarrassing. And we all remember the Great Menstruation Debacle.

You and Ben seem to be getting pretty serious. (You may be the Scourge of the Undead, but you cannot hide the sickening looks of mooniness you seem to permanently wearing) I know it has only been a few weeks, but you’re young; hormones and all that.

No, this isn’t going to be the birds and the bees talk. I know you have read up on all of that. I mean it is, kinda. I am not as scared as dad, but I am still concerned. Being pregnant in this day…some say it is important and we need it and I agree. But not my 15-year-old sister. And, it isn’t like the old days. Can’t take you to family planning for the pill and condoms are all out of code, now. Ugh. Can’t believe I just had to write that. Maybe you might need to….man, I REALLY wish Mish was visiting again sooner….chart your times? No. I will actually talk to you about this when I have stopped blushing. It is important. Just need you to know ‘a serious talk’ is coming, ok?

But mostly, I just want you to be careful with your heart. First love is such an amazing whirlwind thing, but unless you’re lucky enough to have found ‘the one’…first heartbreak sucks ass.

Love you, lil sis,

Big Bro x

So, yeah. We had the talk. It was cringeworthy on all levels, but necessary. And I appreciate it. Mish did visit and she helped me with some…specifics. So I guess, we would be good to go. Maybe. In a timely fashion. If this is where we are heading? Can’t say I am not curious…