There is something really special about having a sister like mine. I know all sisters don't get along or spend time together but we do. We can get laughing so hard that we can hardly breathe. We share some common interests and are interested in each other's interests that we don't share. Sorry, that sounds a little complicated it but it isn't really.
She writes books. I review books.
She loves NYC. I love Santa Fe.
We both still love us some soap operas.
We both love to travel.
We both still worry about our kids.
We both get the most peculiar ailments.
We're both blonds.
We both get in trouble in spite of ourselves.
Sometimes we are invisible.
We both hate the clothes out there for women our age.
We both love flavored coffees.
Oh, and tea.
And the tearoom.
We both love each other.
How lucky am I to have a sister like that?