So, according to all of my social media outlets, yesterday was National Siblings Day: a day to celebrate those who you share some sort of parentage with. Perhaps you exited out of the same birth canal (did I just say that?) or have the same father, or both. Perhaps you share no blood relation, but one day found yourself somewhat legally bound to them. In any event, it is apparently a day to celebrate all things ‘siblings.’
Today is Throwback Thursday: something on the interwebs where you post old pictures. I have never participated in it, but looks like fun. I don’t really know who comes up with any of this stuff, but today I felt like following the herd. I’m also extremely sleep-deprived as the Hubbster is out of town and I can’t sleep without him, so I apologize if my rantings make less sense than usual. ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzZzzZZzZzzz………….
Sorry, took a quick nap. What was I talking about?
Right. I’m using Throwback Thursday and Siblings Day to talk about my sister. I’m so clever.
I’ve mentioned her on my blog before, but much to her chagrin, I haven’t done dedicated posts for her like I have with the Hubbster. We’ve had our rough moments, just like any sisters do. But she is my best friend. Even when I’m mad at her, I would walk through fire for her and volunteer as tribute Katniss-style.
Sorry. Did you know the Hunger Games is streaming on Netflix now? I watched it last night while I couldn’t sleep. That scene makes me bawl like a baby, because that’s totally what I would’ve done for Emma. Seriously. No hesitation.
Emma and I have an amazing time together. And by amazing time, I mean we get kind of insane and spout inside jokes and laugh at the same really high pitch and generally sound like crazy people. I think most of that comes from the fact that we have a shared history. We watched the same movies growing up, did the same sports, sometimes even had the same friends. We will occasionally call each other up, give no introduction except for “Be with me now,” and then describe something that just happened in our lives that made us think of something else that nobody understands because it’s so out of left field and has nothing to do with the original thing that made us think of it. You follow? Didn’t think so. Here’s an example: