It’s my little sister’s birthday today . . .
So it’s a good time to tell her thanks for all she does for me. Thanks, Kate, for helping me test recipes (because we can cook at your house without a cat sitting in the middle of everything), helping me test quilt patterns, letting me hang out at your house (because you have better heat and AC), feeding me, keeping me equipped with a cell phone (cuz if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even carry one), being my partner in crime on fabric-shopping sprees (completely self-explanatory), and being such a good sister.
I originally wrote this post 9 years ago, but it’s still all true . . .
One of the few times I’ve embarrassed myself in a restaurant (and hopefully one of the last times I will) is when I was out to dinner with Katy and her husband, Denny. The restaurant had music playing — a country song — and Denny was “singing” along. When it got especially horrific, I shot him a look, and he grinned real big and said: “I know this song — I can sing it — I should have been a country singer.”
Without so much as batting a single eyelash, my sister promptly replied, “Yeah, and I should have been a SuperModel, so I guess we both missed our calling.”
And then I spit iced tea clear across the table . . .
Happy Birthday, you Super (Elf) Model, you!