For sure

There are very few things in life that anyone is sure of. Really, really sure of. One thing I am sure of, is that my sister loves me. We talk to each other nearly every morning. She tells me of the drama that occurs in a single, city-dwelling, twenty-something woman's days. I, in exchange, tell her of the trials and tribulations of a married, mother of two, twenty-something. She calls me on her way to work in the morning. God forbid if I don't answer my phone.

She gets nervous when I am not home for the ritual phone call- but in a weird, speaks a foreign tongue way. When I return home from whatever I was doing, I check my answering machine.

This is very typical of my sister, Lauren. She often leaves me messages from work, and doesn't want people to hear her, so she'll whisper...or whisper-sing. Sometimes she's incomprehensible. This is normal. Do not be alarmed.

If you pay close attention, you may recognize a popular song heard in grocery stores at Christmas time. Name that tune. For those of you who understand weird, sisterly, love- enjoy. For those who don't, don't even bother pushing play.



Oh, and how about that hottie in my photoshow! 'Bout time I took a good picture of him to show off.