Flashback Friday - Sisters

When Sylvia met her sister for the first time, she said, "she's so pretty." As much as they fight and drive each other crazy, they need each other as much as they need me.

We're going to spend the weekend with my own sister (not sure how much Blog Hoppin' I'll get to do), and I'm so looking forward to it!

As much as I hate shopping, I love shopping with her. Of course, there will be more talking going on than shopping, and that's how it should be! Her husband will watch the girls while we get our own "girl time."

My sister is 6 1/2 years older than me, so she was out on her own by the time I was in junior high. We weren't really that close when we were growing up because of the age difference. I, of course, was the bratty little sister who thought I should be able to do whatever she did, and she was mostly annoyed by me. I can't blame her.

When I was in 7th grade, a teacher asked me if I was an only child. I answered, "yes, but I have a sister." It made sense to me! She didn't live with us anymore, so in the every day life, I was an only child.

It wasn't until I was in high school that we started getting close. When I was 18, I lived with her and her family for a few months when I was doing a show at a Resort near her. I think that's probably what really cemented us into being the best of friends.

In some ways, we're polar opposites. She'd never have a blog...she wouldn't want to post things about her life in this type of environment. But she holds no judgment about me being the kind of person who does. She doesn't put her foot in her mouth nearly as much as I do!

But we're also a lot alike. At the last family event, we both said something to the kids in the exact same way at the exact same time, same inflection and everything! It was like in stereo. And then we looked at each other, and busted up laughing.

When I moved back to L.A., we got on the same phone plan so that we could talk to each other as much as we wanted whenever we wanted, and we take full advantage of that. We'll call each other about a funny bumper sticker, or because a celebrity we hate is on the cover of Entertainment Weekly (we trade giving each other subscriptions to it). Of course, we also call each other with the bad news, too.

We can laugh with each other like no one else. We make fun of ourselves and each other in a way we wouldn't really allow anyone else. And we say the hard truths when necessary, but we haven't really had an argument in probably a decade now. We've been through enough to know that nothing is worth the loss of each other, and we'll work through anything that we have to. We can spend hours talking politics or TV shows or hair. We're sisters. A relationship like no other.