Sis

Today is somebody SPECIAL'S BIRTHDAY.  No, no Bloggy.  Not you.  I'm sorry that was confusing.  Hush hush Blog.

Yo check it out, Mama's got a SISTAH.  And she be turning twenty-four today.  (That's right.  TWENTY-four.)

Let's see, let's see.  What can one say about a sis?  Well, first of all, don't ever call them a sis.  Eiw. I was watching some true crime show that had the vic's sister talking and she said, "We always ended conversations like this:  kiss kiss, I love my sis."  I immediately LEAPT for my phone to tell my sister:

We must immediately start doing this.  

Well but one of those sistahs ain't never comin home no mo, if you know what I mean.  Hmmmm spot on.

Anyway, my sister is pretty rad.  When we were little, my friend Caitlen and I would take her to the grocery store and put her in a cart.  Then we would push the cart down the aisle super fast and run away.  We thought this was hysterical.  Poor sis would go careening down the aisles of the A & P crashing into various and sundry melons on display.  But the thing is, she would always GET BACK IN THE CART.  So we had to do it again.  I mean, hell.  I was teaching her about TRUST, Blog...  that is what big sisters do.  They torture the youngins in the name of TRUST.  As in, trust no one, lest you go flying past a pack of double stuffed Oreos in aisle 7.

But then of course there were various swim times where big sis saves the day and rescues little sis from crazy Orlando wave pool or scary Long Island riptide.  And so in those times you CAN trust me. See what I did there, Bloggy?  I turned a negative into a positive.  Hurrah.

Little sis was also very good for when boys called the house (back in the day when there were WHAT NO CELL PHONES???? Is that even possible?) and wanted to speak with me or date me.  I just couldn't be mean to them because I knew how hard it must have been for them to pick up the phone and call, and me no likey.  Enter little sis.  Little sis sounds exactly like me.  She's my voice twin.

Oh also, when I think of little sis as a child  (not her adult twenty-four year old self), I always picture her with the bowl haircut, and she is always wearing this dark denim skirt she used to have. With sneakers.