In the Stella Cookies of Life, Sisters are the Butterscotch Chips: Wherein I Begin Sounding Like a Goopy Pink Greeting Card with Fancy Script

Use Fruit Roll-Ups to bribe your kids to kiss for the camera!
Let clowns hold your children.


My charming sister posted a heartwarming (five hankie tearjerker) post about her birthday over at her blog Curren Town. I shall now write a sister (yuk yuk yuk) entry about this little lady's birthday, considering I have now been saddled with a look-alike for one quarter of a decade.

Last year, on my sister's birthday, I joked that it was the anniversary of the worst day of my life, and her response was that maybe I was mistaken and had gotten worst confused with BEST. This year, on her birthday, I conceded that she was right.

Whenever we'd fight, whenever I was screaming my head off about how this creature, who already looked like me, also wanted to get the same Happy Meal, wear the same outfit, and have the same Barbie as me, our mother would say that we should learn to get along, because someday something would happen to our parents (gasp), or we'd fight with our best friends (horror), and all we'd have is each other.

Then it happened. The other day, I was in the car, and I was thinking, "if someone asked me who the most important person in my life is, what would I say?" I thought about it for a minute, and really, the answer is my sister. If I could pick just one bridesmaid, or pick just one person to be on my team, gotta go with Sister. Who else will let you wallow in self-pity for days at her house when your life is falling apart, or risk having a crabby baby all day and wake an infant so the whole family can watch your first triathlon?

I think she likes me back, because, let's face it, who else will laugh when her baby throws up down their officewear and tear up wet carpet from the basement in a dress? Nobody, that's who.

Sister, you are lucky I love you. I'm pretty lucky you love me back.