My Sister Rules Or, Let Me Tell You About My Better Half

My Sister: Oh my God! It’s Predator!
Mom and Paps: No, it’s not! That’s the Goddess Kali!

Yeah, I don’t think my sister’s wrong here. See?


Religion is fun, y’all!

Look At Little Sister Or, No. Seriously, Dudes. My Sister IS Better Than You.

I remember when my parents told me I was going to be a big sister. I don’t remember specifics – how they did it or where I was or any of that – but I do remember thinking, “Isn’t that nice? They did that so I would have a friend to play with.”

I was a bit self-absorbed as a child.
I’m a bit self-absorbed as an adult.

As a relatively reasonable and rational facsimile of an adult, I understand that my parents didn’t have another child just so I would have a playmate….but despite my myopia, I’m still right because my sister is not only my best friend but the best person I know.

And my life is awash with great people. I mean, seriously. You can’t swing a cat…

My sister inspires me to be a better person. To be smarter, to be much more curious and critical of the world around me. To be more compassionate and to have better taste in pretty much everything.

And she’s one of my favorite people to eat with. Primarily because she does things like taking a bite of a pistachio macaron and saying, “Now, I’m sad because nothing I ever eat again will taste as good as that.”


So to my sister, my best friend, my hero – I love you! Let’s get Polar Seltzer Water soon! Oooh! Maybe we can make floats?

My Sister Rules Or, Let Me Tell You About My Better Half

So, this happened today:

Which lead to this:

Which leads to three things:

1. I just made $10. Well, actually $5 because I’m splitting my reward with my sister.
2. My sister is awesome and next time we hang out, we’re totes eating a whole pizza and watching Veronica Mars.
3. I probably could not have been an astronaut but that doesn’t mean we don’t deserve encouragement.