It’s spring break around these parts and I’ve been busy having ill-advised sex and doing beer bongs. Oh, I kid. Kind of.
In other news, my baby sister Jill turns twenty-five today. HBGF!
I remember the first time I saw her. Before we got to go into Mom’s hospital room, Erin and I had a wicked fight over who got to hold her first. Jill was born almost a month after the due date. She was an intimidating-looking newborn: red, sporting a crease between her eyes, and a don’t-mess-with-me-because-I-will-bring-it-mutha air. I loved her. I took her picture to school with me and showed it to everyone. Here’s my sister! (And also a somewhat revealing picture of our mom!)
I love many things about Jill. Not the least of which is her mad karaoke skills.
(Damn. I've been doing the rap wrong.)