There's no such thing as a benign Post-It

Instead of "Thanx," I'm going to start signing things, "Hugz!"

This note appeared the day Older Sister (OS) left for the weekend. This note means she had to check the weather for days she would not be Chicago in order to create a task for me to do in her absence. 

Granted, I didn't even know we had flowers until I saw this note, but OS clearly over-prepared for her vacation as a whole. As evidenced by the conversation I wandered into the day before:

Younger Sister (YS), reading aloud from her computer: A bear will sense any food. Even a stick of gum will attract a bear and encourage it to attack! You should carry Bear Mace in order to protect yourself.

Older Sister (OS) furiously scribbles the words "Bear Mace" on paper.

OS: Wait, which Bear Mace do I buy?

Me, trying to remember if anything escaped the zoo recently: Did someone see a bear? 

OS: Oh no, I'm going to Glacier National Park next week.

Me: Oh, fun! Camping?

OS: No. But we might go hiking.

Me: Like backwoods?

OS: No, like on a guided tour. 

So she bought Bear Mace. To go hiking with a guide in a national park. 

No wonder she told me to water the flowers. I'm surprised there wasn't a Post-It reminding me to wear clothes. Or breathe. 

Except then I forgot to pay the rent...