Some Days Two Heads Ain't Better Than One

It is an easy thing to be haunted by your own sister when she is a complete goober. Or a pistachio. Seriously. Her brain is this tiny green thing that would be a feast only to a dormouse.

Well. At least she doesn't snore.

This here is a tale of a not exactly typical morning. And guess who's haunting my bed. Come on! I'll give you ten thousand gazillion guesses -- and the first three billion don't count.