My Sister is Awesome

For those who haven't had the pleasure of meeting her (my sister, that is), let me assure you: she is awesome. Not only did she set up this nifty blog for me, but she also let me steal her ID when I was not yet legal in order to get a belly piercing, fed me delicious homemade chicken noodle soup, let me help her build her new bed last month, and fed me various toys before I was old enough to realize that crayons and legos are not meant to be swallowed. Nope, there is no one quite as exceptional my sister.


No no, not that sister. Though Deedee (the one in the middle) is the youngest of the bunch and a very happy soul, she is not the sister I am referring to.


What? Why are we looking at a picture of David? He's not even a girl. While David is my favorite (and only) brother, this again, is not the sister I am referring to. Now where did her picture go...

Yes, that's her! My favorite sister. She can be harsh.


She can be soft.

She can even be sad.


But most of the time, she's just plain ole awesome. Thanks Melissa!