Last night, I met my little sister for coffee. And by little, I mean my sister who is literally five inches taller than me. (Yes, I did say 5.) She just turned 16 in January, and she got her cute green Honda Accord in March. (I named her Susan. She named my car Abigail.)
I arrived at Starbucks after getting lost (typical) and calling my little sister--who drove herself to Starbucks--to ask her how in the world to get there. She was sitting at a table with her homework spread out and her iPod on. If I was a normal person, I would have been intimidated by her awesomeness. No, I'm not kidding.
She is beautiful. And it has taken me 16 years, 3 months, and 9 days to realize it. (Obviously I'm a little slow.)
I think the least she deserves for putting up with my picking on her for 16 years, 3 months, and 9 days is a blog post on my silly blog nobody reads. (And if someone does, thanks for bearing with me through all the parenthesis.)
I read your blogs Em. And they aren't silly. I like them. And your sissy is beautiful. I'd probably be intimidated by her too. hehe.
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