I feel like I should go outside and take care of the raccoon grease

title cred: after making the bacon wrapped buffalo wings, j.lou and I left the grease outside to cool and stink up the outdoors instead of the indoors. When I informed j.lou she had to go take care of it, she was not pleased. I then exclaimed, "What if there is an animal in it!?" After all, my parents always have problems with animals coming up on their deck and wreaking havoc with the grill.
Eventually j.lou stood up and said, "Well, I feel like I should go outside and take care of the raccoon grease." I laughed for quite some time. From now on I will refer to all grease as raccoon grease.

Moving on.
J.lou stopped on her way here to acquire some wine. She saw this bottle and went through the following thought process:
Oh I'm a middle sister! no I'm not... (she is a middle CHILD, but the youngest sister)
Oh! Sarah is a middle sister! (I am not, this is just a moment of nonsense, must have been wonderland)
Well I'm already attached to it so I have to buy it.

And so she did.