I look a lot like my sister. And if you’ve ever been introduced to the two of us, you know that I’ll always tell you that “I’m the prettier one.” Because that’s the sort of person I am.
And if you’ve met us, you will also know the truth that my sister is the prettier one. Which makes it annoying to have a sister in the first place.
I have a lot of friends, but I only have one sister. And she makes me crazy, happy, insane, punch-drunk, peppy, jealous, emotional, competitive, tired, joyful, frustrated, silly, overwhelmed, and proud. If you have a sister, you know what I mean. Friends are for forever, but sisters are since birth ’til death and every day in between.
Sisters never need to state their names on voicemail.
Sisters have photo evidence of your pre-brace face.
Sisters will tell you what they really of your boyfriend, “the walking beer keg.”
Sisters wear matching outfits through childhood…
Sisters know which jeans best fit your body type.
Sisters kick you under the table at Thanksgiving when Dad tells that story for the umpteenth time.
Sisters know which 80’s song still makes you cry.
Sisters help you make bad decisions onstage…
Sisters are both your biggest competition, and your biggest support.
Sisters help get you out of that little legal thing.
Sisters share your love for putting too much salt (or pepper or hot sauce or ketchup) on everything.
Sisters help you pick out undergarments…
Sisters can’t stand the friend who doesn’t treat you like a sister.
Sisters know how you order your salad. (Dressing on the side, no feta.)
Sisters mispronounce the same words. (Perishables?)
Sisters get revenge on your wedding day…
Sisters don’t care who pays for lunch.
Sisters call at 2am without having to apologize.
Sisters could guess your computer passwords, if need be.
Sisters insist that you hold their kids in pictures…
Sisters won’t let you wear that in public.
Sisters attend both your Girl Scout Gold Award ceremony and your retirement dinner.
Sisters know how you got your nickname.
Sisters share that one weird thing. Post-wine squinty left eye…
And sisters know that they’re lucky to have a sister.
Cheers to the Seesterhood!