Tomorrow is my big sister's birthday. She'll be 31 for those keeping track. If she told you different she's lying!
Here are a few things I remember about my sister in (roughly) chronological order.
1. She was born the same year Elvis died . . . some still blame her for his death.
2. When I was born 3 years later Chelsea was not happy and tried to convince our grandparents that I would be ok alone in the house while they left to go to a park.
3. We used to make play dough balls and dry them in the sun in a vain attempt to make our own bouncy balls. The results were less than desirable.
4. She had (has?) a collection of little bears: diminutive teddy bears. She kept them in a clear plastic comforter bag.
5. She used to paint my finger nails with sparkly blue polish...I then became Claw.
6. We had sock wars.
7. One word: Goozy. If you don't know, ask her about it.
8. We used to have twin mini bikes but Chelsea never took hers out of first gear.
9. Chelsea once wrote a nasty letter to a neighbor girl she didn't like. Parents got involved. There was some unpleasantness.
10. Once, when picking up or dropping off Chelsea for a date, I had to witness the good night kiss. Here's how it went down. They stood right in front of the garage of the boy's house. Mom and I waited in the car. They didn't even try to escape the headlights. Mom said, "Now we get to see Chelsea play tonsil hockey." They did. I haven't been right ever since.
11. Chelsea's first car was a Firenza...not the newer kind. The previous owners named it Fire.
The head eventually cracked and it had to go.
12. Chelsea's second car was a four cylinder mustang with a noisy fuel pump. She rolled it on 55 one winter.
13. Once Chelsea convinced me to put on one of her old one-piece bathing suits. I did. Hilarity ensued.
14. In a sibling fight one afternoon, Chelsea kicked me in the Jimmy.
15. Chelsea got married, squeezed out a puppy, and moved to the burbs.
16. Chelsea told me not to write about her in my blog.
There is probably a lot more but I can't remember everything. Certainly there is much more embarrassing stuff. If I remember anything juicy I'll be sure to add it!
Happy Birthday, Sis.
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Ahhh, it all makes sense now.
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