The Draft

I don't know if y'all have ever had to share anything with anybody, I'm assuming that you have because most people do, whether it be a Barbie Dream House with your sister or a 4-wheeler with your brother. Well, Mallory and I have literally shared EVERYTHING most of our lives, starting with Mae Whitehead's womb. I'm talking about pets, toys, a Nintendo 64, an iPod there for a little while, a computer, the Ford Fusion for about six years, a room for as long as I can remember. That is, except for that one week when we were about 11 and she got mad at me and moved down the hallway. I guess that you can say that we have shared hair styles because when I maliciously cut my own hair in  first grade, Mama made Mallory get the very same hair cut. She must have known about some unwritten twin rule that we didn't. We share a birthday, and have shared a birthday cake for the past 24 years (Mama may have gotten us each for for our first birthday and maybe once during our teenage years, but that's still 22/24 years of sharing a cake.) As of March, we were up to 48 candles on one cake. 

We even shared a cell phone for a little while, which seems completely insane now. It was right at the end of the massive-sized permanently attached car phones and the beginning of "The Brick - Nokia 5110" era. The first text message that I ever got was from a boy named Obie. I didn't know what a text was or if it was meant for me or Mallory, but he was cute so I claimed it. That's what happens when you share stuff. We eventually got separate cell phones, but it was only after we started working at two different jobs our first year at ICC.

After ICC, we moved to Columbus to go to the W, where we shared an apartment. Mama being Mama bought us lots of household items that we, of course, had to share:  a Crock Pot, George Foreman grill, deep fryer, etc. Then there are the things that we went in together to buy for our apartments, like an awesome green chest of drawers, end tables, and kitchen tables. There were lots of things that belonged to both of us.

Then we had our legal divorce.

On April 26, 2012, in honor of the 77th annual meeting of the National Football League, we split our stock. We did it right, too, true draft style. Since neither of us had the worst record in the league, we flipped a coin to see who would go first. Mama and Baby Black Cat officiated. 

I won the coin toss!

For anyone who cares, here are how things panned out..

1st pick - Megan - sewing machine.

2nd and 3rd - Mallory -metal chicken and hand-me-down China cabinet

4th and 5th - Megan- blue end table and green chest of drawers

6th and 7th - Mallory - green decorative platter and ugly orange chair

8th and 9th - Megan - George Foreman and vacuum cleaner

10th and 11th - Mallory - clothes hamper and hand mixer

and after a lengthy discussion,

12th and 13th - Megan - CrockPot and deep fryer

14th and 15th - Mallory - table and bathroom cabinets

It really did go much smoother than anyone anticipated. I reckon that every once in a while I'll miss sharing a bedroom with Mallory. And I really will miss looking in her closet when there's nothing to wear in mine. But, we're both getting new people to share stuff with: Ben and Jeremy.