Today is my sister's birthday. She is the big 42.
That feels kind of nutty. My younger sister is in her 40s. Ugh.
Do you know what occurred to me tonight? I don't have any pictures of the two of us together. I don't have one crazy picture where we stuck our faces together, grabbed a cell phone and snapped a picture.
We will have to remedy that next I see her, and I'll post it.
Mo is six years younger than I. She's the funny extroverted one whose crazy antics keep us all laughing, from her expressions to the nutty situations she finds herself in, and then of course how she extricates herself from them.
The only people that can rival nutty situations with her... are my Mom and I. It seems to be an XX chromosomal thing in our family.
It's so funny, but the guys at work thing I'm a riot. People say things to me like, "You always come up with the craziest things that make us laugh..."
And I tell people, "You think *I'm* funny? You should meet my sister. I am the straight man to Mo. She's funny just walking in the room."
Since she was a kid, she was one of those people that sunlight followed.
If someone were to play Mo in a movie, it would be Sandra Bullock.
She sees the humor and the absurdity.
And what makes her laugh? My boys. I called her tonight, she spoke to all of them, and when she got back on the phone with me, she was laughing so hard at the each of them.
So sometime in March, I'll snap a photo of Mo and I and post it. People think we look alike. Now that she's got her hair straightened, we probably do more so. We don't see it... but siblings never do.
Happy Birthday, Mo! And just remember... those stories my boys tell of your little house in the Ghetto... will only get taller with each year passing. By the time they have kids of their own, they'll be saying, "You remember when there was gunshot in the street and we had to run for cover?"
Bwhahahahaha!Posted by Boudicca at February 10, 2013 10:58 PM