My Sister and Me

That's me--the little blonde girl--getting whacked by my baby sister, Laurie. Ah yes--the siblings in their natural state! Matching clothes, paired together, me getting smacked around...Okay, so that's not TOTALLY true. I did once tell Laurie that since she was born on MY birthday, that made her MY birthday present and therefore she was MY slave. She bought that for a while--then she turned four. No problem--she didn't make a very good slave anyway!

Then there was the time where I told her, in a fit of anger, that I wasn't going to let her be godmother to my children (We weren't even teenagers yet, childbearing years were a long ways away. Ironically, neither of us has had children...) causing her to run out of the room sobbing.

Good times, good times...

Being born exactly two years apart made us close--but at times too close for comfort. Sharing a birthday--and the attention--irked us both. Adding insult to injury is that it came a mere three weeks after Christmas, at a point in time where everyone is pretty much partied out. period of Laurie dealt with both those issues for a brief period of time by moving her "birthday" to the summer. That way she could have a pool party. It didn't matter that we didn't have a pool. Summer birthdays give you more options...

But in January, we had fondue parties and slumber parties and once we had a dress-up, sit down dinner with London broil and a bouquet of carnations (the official flower of January) on the table. No Chuck E. Cheese for us, man! Maybe this is where Laurie gets her gourmet tastes. God only knows what happened to mine...

Anyway, we've pretty much accepted the midwinter birthday and even sharing it. Laurie sent me a gorgeous gray cashmere wrap, the Walk the Line CD, some delicious chocolate covered peanut butter treats and 3 jars of natural peanut butter. Not surprisingly, there were eerie overlaps in the gifts I sent her. I had to laugh because our tastes are as alike as our birthdays...Not even a card from either of my brothers. Hmmph--boys!

So here's to you Sis! No hard feelings for years of being smacked around. And since kids are pretty much out of the question, if I ever adopt a goldfish I'd be proud for you to be its godmother...