Happy Birthday, Jen!


That’s right, today is he11o_sunshine‘s birthday. I won’t say how old she is, but I was seven years old when she was born, and I can remember the day as if it were yesterday. First, we were woken up early in the morning and taken to a neighbor’s house so that my parents could go to the hospital. Later that morning, I remember literally drowning my pancakes in maple syrup, so that the pancakes were “under water” as it were. At some point, Dad called to tell us we had a baby sister. I was the only one who was not surprised, as I had been predicting a girl when everyone else was predicting a boy. In any case, Jen had arrived.

The first time I saw her (which might have been the same day, or perhaps a few days later), I threw up. You think I’m joking, but I’m not. I got home from the hospital and proceeded to get sick. I’m told that there is no necessary connection between seeing my baby sister for the first time and getting sick and I suppose I have no choice but to concur.

Interestingly, Jen is now the same age that I was when I got my pilot’s license.

Of course, she is far more sophisticated than I was at that age, or than I am now for that matter. After all, she lives in New York City and it takes a level of sophistication that I can only envy from afar to live in New York City. She has, for instance, shoes for every occasion, and I mean literally every occasion. There are a variety of work shoes, a variety of home shoes, shoes for cooking in, shoes for going to the bathroom, “comfy” shoes, “uncomfy” shoes. I’m not kidding.

Well, Happy Birthday, Jen! You may be getting older and more sophisticated, but on occasion, you still make questionable decisions on just what shoes to wear.




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