A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.
~Marion C. Garretty
I love the ownership of a blog.
I imagine if I worked for a newspaper, I wouldn’t get to choose my topics with such feral abandon each evening.
I’d have a salary, sure, but I probably couldn’t get away with throwing down five-hundred words to wish my sister a happy birthday.
Which is exactly what I’m about to do.
My sister’s awesome!
You can count the number of exclamation points I’ve used since this site started. Overuse punctuation, its worth diminishes.
My sister’s awesome!!!
- I’m intimidated by few. My sister’s one. We get along great, but she’s wicked smart and, like any good sibling, will call me on anything at any time. Good for her. Everyone needs someone like that in their life; someone who has known us since always, and has always been a peer.
- Her wit’s sharper than a Samurai’s sword, and she can make me laugh from the depths of my belly, causing my body to constrict or release. Her humor’s born from brilliant observation, but that’s like saying a dinosaur comes from an egg.
- She’s proud, but has no intention of using her degree from Berkley. Wielding the right side of her brain, we worked side by side in our family’s flower shop, where we grew up as occasional indentured servants (that’s not me being clever; our mom used to make us twist dried flowers on to wired head wreaths. When our fingers were raw, we got a quarter). For several years we worked together designing wedding flowers. I booked the weddings. She did an amazing job on 90% of the flowers, and took 10% of the credit. Check out these pictures, they’re all her. She’s also designed a line of greeting cards. They’re as perfectly cool as she. Have a look see.
- She’s a writer. If I can do this, so can she. She had a writing teacher in her first, maybe second year of college. He told her she was the best writing student he ever saw. She sometimes shows up in the comments as KittyTown. If you see her down there, and I have a feeling you might today, tell her to start a blog. Tell her it’ll be great, and tell her you’ll visit her once she opens her doors.
Before I go, here are a few things I’d like to publicly apologize for. I’ll do a full list next year.
- Using the commercial breaks of the Hulk to make myself Hulk and you smash.
- For every teacher I ever had before you.
- For the million and one times you bore the burden of my being your brother.
Happy Birthday, KittyTown. I love you,
