My sister hit a milestone birthday last week, and though I don’t want to spread her age all over the internet (I did that already, heh), I thought instead I’d share the 40 Things I Love About My Sister:
6. She is an amazing entertainer, throwing birthday parties that make mere mortals weep.
7. She is even louder than I. I think. Or maybe we are equal. I can’t tell anymore. My ears are shot.
8. She remembers things about my dad I have long forgotten.
9. She moved within a half-mile of my mother, thus insuring that I am NOT the geographically closest child.
10. She hosts Thanksgiving, saving me the anguish of having to cook a turkey.
11. We babysat the same kids, so though we are three years apart, we have many shared memories, some we both wish we could forget.
12. We also worked in the same laundromat,
13. cashiered at the same neighborhood market,
14. and worked at the same amusement park (before it got all cool and called itself Six Flags).
15. She endured being “Christina’s little sister” as a child without growing up to hate my guts.
16. I can call her and complain about my mother without her contradicting me or telling me to “grow up”.
17. We share similar tastes in music, meaning she was with me at many, many of these shows, and I don’t cringe when she turns on the car stereo. In fact, I’m pretty certain she has no idea who Michael-fucking-Buble is.
18. She changes her hair style almost as much as I do, making me feel less schizophrenic about my hair.
19. She always has great liquor, including my absolute favorite: Three Olives Grape Vodka (seriously: put it in lemonade right now).
20. She gets excited to come see my girls twirl on a stage every spring at their dance recital.
21. She answers my phone calls, even with caller ID.
22. She always has good snacks.
23. and good magazines to borrow,
24. and good DVD’s to borrow
25. and books,
26. and jewelry. . .(geez, maybe I should go shopping. . . )
27. I love her friends. And they totally tolerate me.
28. She still tries to beat me into the pond every year (well played this year, m’dear).
29. Without even trying, she can make me laugh. Mainly thinking about her 80’s hair.
30. Or maybe I’m thinking of one of her funny stories,
31. Oh, no, I’m remembering this photo (thanks, Mom! always wanted matching nylon running suits!):
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