I became a big brother.
And while my little sister and I fought like cats and dogs all the way through junior high, we've become best friends as adults. She's an excellent teacher who keeps her kids wrapped around her little finger; a spectacular mommy who's raising the two most delightful, articulate children; and a beacon of inspiration for anyone who's ever tried to be a thoughtful friend, get the best deal on a car, manage a household, organize a party, or live with a frustrating food allergy (in her case, gluten ... which is in EVERYTHING).
Happy birthday, little sister. I love you!
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In other news, there was a guy on my elevator this morning reading my queer-ass Chicago magazine profile without realizing he was standing right next to me. Trippy.
2 comments:
Happy dance to your sister. Mine just gave birth to her first child this year.
Re: profile.
LOL (laugh out loud)
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How dare he not recognise you! *shock, gasp, indignation, back to shock* I'm appalled that you didn't throw a diva act right then and there. Jake!
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