Happy Sister's Day

Bdoc still doesn't have her own blog, but as long as she writes nice things about me, we've agreed she can post guest entries on my blog now and again. Before reading her entry, please note that as much as we have in common, my older sister and I differ in significant ways as well. Case in point: Not only will she purchase edible underwear, but she will also write about it in a text that she KNOWS her parents will read. Nope. We are not the same. Still, there's no one I love more (except for maybe cdoc -- who, if you are wondering, would never make said purchases or write about them either). Enjoy.

I have never liked Valentine’s Day. In my opinion, it’s the day where the lame ass boyfriends and husbands of the world can redeem themselves for being such by buying cheap gifts that only die or make us fat anyway. This year, I’m trying my best to stop being such a bah-humbug (BH) about every holiday (I detest Christmas too) since my boyfriend with whom I now live, loves every holiday and St. Valentine’s Day is no exception. So, I bought AJ some edible underwear and 1000 Sex Games. He will love them. And I will laugh when he thinks I’ll actually wear them or play the game. But we’ll have fun. AND I wore pink and red to work. No one will detect the BH in me by outward appearances even though the attitude still lingers deep inside and will color my every thought and smirk throughout the day.

But when I got to work, I was challenged in my BH attitude too. I received a forward from jdoc. She appropriately labeled it cheesy but forwarded it nevertheless. It was one of those tear-jerkers; about how we can never forget our sisters. About how they will be the mainstay in our lives through loves lost and friends that pass through our lives. And about how we should make efforts to be with them and cherish them as much as possible and foster that relationship throughout our lives.

So today, in honor of that dastardly and hideous “holiday” called St. Valentine’s Day, I will celebrate my sisters without that BH attitude. We have something special; the three of us; that others envy. I will foster that connection throughout my life. I’ll continue to dream of the three of us living at the ranch where the Three Sisters will reign and no boys are allowed unless they are the canine variety. And I’ll cherish that I have them in my life.

So, here’s to my sisters. I love you.