To Cold to be Sober

Hello, my name is Hawai'i, as in the state. I am a female with long black hair and green eyes. I have 49 "siblings" as most of you know. I am here to tell you about last Christmas, yeah it's a little late getting this out here but it was quite weird. The host for last year's Christmas party was my sister, Wisconsin. She has green eyes and shoulder length slightly wavy blond hair. Wisconsin is known for being energetic among us.

Anyway, there usually is a game on Christmas day. The one Wisconsin had on that day was the game between her own Green Bay Packers, and Michigan's Detroit Lions. He and Wisconsin sat in front of the tv yelling at it and drinking Spotted Cow. Wisconsin loves that beer because it was made in her state. She drank a lot. I couldn't tell if she was yelling louder because she was drunk or because she was that into the game, or because of her rivalry with Michigan.

Well she said our brother has gotten better in the past few years and he was now a threat in her going to the super bowl, by the way she still hasn't shut up about Super Bowl XLV. Anyway everyone was making noise, it was loud. Some people were sitting by the tree, just waiting, and some people went outside to play in what little snow Wisconsin got. Not the best year for snow.

Me? Well I was in the kitchen, making raman noodles with spam for everyone! Spam is awesome! I suppose your wondering where America is, huh? Well he went to spend his holidays with England. I don't want to what they'd be up to. If you ask me, they're dating, and it's a secret or he 'forgot' to tell us. Whatever.

Anyway, all of a sudden there was a big scream coming form the living room. Since it sounded like a girl's, I guessed Wisconsin won her football game.

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I was correct.

Wisconsin came running out of the living room screaming and hollering and chanting "Go Pack Go!" She has way to much pride in her team sometimes. I walked into the living in room and saw Michingan pouting on the couch.

I walked over and sat down. "Still haven't won against her this year?" I asked.

"Yeah" he grumbled. "And I lost the one on thanksgiving, so I won't get to win against her this year. I really wanted to beat the Super Bowl winner!"

"Well, maybe she'll win again and you can beat her next year," I tell him. It didn't cheer him up.

It was that moment that Wisconsin came over and sat on the other side of me. She was singing a song about cheese curds and Donald Driver's jersey. Very poorly I might add.

"Wisconsin." I started. "I know it's a holiday, but do you have to be drunk?"

She paused and looked at me like I was stupid and with a very serious voice said, "It's to cold to be sober." Then went back to singing.

The rest of it was the usually madness my family has. Everyone liked her cheese (except the limburger). Asked for passes to Americas waterpark captial. Being marry. Nothing unusal, at least unusal for this family.

I found the song Wisconsin was singing. It was weird.