My sister is 30. As I mentioned last year, our childhood relationship was somewhat contentious. We've evolved from the scratching and the biting and the midnight sabotage.
She's my best friend and my worst enemy.
Sometimes it enrages me how well we know each other, but we really do have the BEST times together.
Often, we get asked if we're twins. I freely admit to the strong family resemblance, but, I mean, twins? Really? She's five inches taller than me yo, we're not identical. And then whomsoeverthefuck goes on to assume that I'm the older sister. Well fuck you dude, because she's THIRTY. This is my sister Laura, who's in her THIRTIES.
She keeps threatening to start a blog, which would be both horrifying and awesome. If it ever happens, I'll probably send you there, but since she's a funnier and more talented writer and story teller? I might just keep it a secret so as not to overly wound my pride.
Laura totally throws me to the wolves when we go out together. She uses me as a bargaining chip for free drinks from gross men. "Well I'm married, but MY SISTER is single!" Bah.
She is both the more generous and considerate of the two of us, and the snarkier, more teasing, more infuriating one. Just ask my brothers.
Regardless, she is awesome.
Happy Birthday Laura.