Oops. I missed “National
Siblings Day” so I’m doing a quick post to give my sisters a shout out.
I’m the oldest sister, and the bossiest. Bossy is such an ugly word. Can’t we just say that I’m a leader?
Lisa is the middle sister.
She’s the emotional one. She wore
her feelings on her sleeve as a child and I was always getting in trouble
because I made her cry. Could I help it
she cried about EVERYTHING?
Marla is the little brother we wanted so bad. She turned out to be an awesome little
sister. She respects my role as big
sister and does exactly what I tell her to.
You KNOW it’s bad when you’re 5’8” and you’re the short,
dumpy sister. I got pregnant with
Hunter, gained 50+ pounds and was never the same. Lisa and Marla got pregnant, looked like
supermodels the whole time, and wore jeans home from the hospital.
Lisa lives about 30 minutes away so we don’t really do the
clothes swap thing. I do, however, swap
clothes with Marla sometimes. I know you’re
rolling your eyes, like YEAH RIIIGHT!
But it’s true! Marla is about a size 6 but thinks she’s a 10…I’m about a
size 14 but think I’m a 10. We both buy
10s and she looks like she’s wearing a moo-moo and I look like I’m wearing
spandex.
Happy Siblings Day!!
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