When God went to sleep...

I have made the effort to check on my twin regardless of what I'd find, and he seems ok, very perky and elated at having won a fancy dress party. Well... you'd think the Arani Issa man could make the change into something else wouldn't he? But he actually had the most horrible mask ever, not even Quasimodo would have been able to compete. Because as he so arrogantly put it, he can never find a mask better than his natural face, he's just got to go ugly! Geeze what an attitude, so far away from mine. If only I could somehow inherit some 10% of his confidence I would be a changed woman. But I prefer hiding. I do not like parties, it would be a traumatic experience for me. My twin on the other hand seems to have made this Christmas into one long party-after-party. I really see nothing similar, I guess God took a deep siesta when he was moulding us, so then we were stuck with much less expertise, and see what you get, two people who are so different that the chalk and cheese become suddenly similar. I really think God went to sleep. He made Joseph first (that is biologically confirmed) and he started from the bottom part. At the same time God started on me too and began on the top part. So there we were with Joseph's body all ready and my face all done too, when suddenly God felt tired and went for His nap, leaving his less experienced men (or women) to finish the job. That is exactly how we both were conceived and how we both came into the world. And so there lies my twin with the perfect body, and me with the perfect hair and face. Oh well, you cannot have everything in life.