She is smarter. She is far hipper. [That's hipper not hippIer.] She is prettier. She is richer. She is skinnier. That last point bears repeating. She is skinnier. And she has gotten way more skinny in the last year or so. She's like Lindsay Lohan now: one stomach flu away from fading away.
No, she is not THAT skinny. No need to think intervention.
There's particularly no need to think intervention because look what I got in the mail today.
Can you see the NINE pairs of outrageously expensive jeans and the six pairs of shorts? They are all size 6 and 8. She will never be that size again. The size that I am.
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My sister was visiting about a month ago. Out of the blue, she gave me a diamond pendant. She had a new one and never wore the old one. I have worn it many times since. And every time I put it on, I think of my wonderful sister.
I was telling the kids at dinner about the jeans I scored, and I said, "I'll never have to buy clothes again!"
Youngest said, "Well, maybe when you're 80."
Nope. I'll be wearing a pair of jeans or shorts and a diamond pendant, and I'll be thinking of Virginia and marveling that I scored a sister like her.
Did I ever tell you about how she used to steal my worn in jeans when we were much younger? I wrote about it here. I'd say we're even, yeah?