Happy Birthday to my fave sister…

Well, only sister…Robin.

She is the epitome of coolness and always has been. 

Due to our age difference of 9 years, my sister and I have not always seen eye to eye…I guess basically when I came along, she was almost like a built in babysitter…and well, I was pretty much a terror.

I actually remember, at the age of about 5, sitting on huge, overstuffed bunny, behind my bedroom door at our house in the Keys - waiting to prey on her. 

She also states that at this house, I stabbed her in the leg with a fork at the dinner table.  Probably did, especially if it had ANYTHING to do with food on my plate.  Just ask Michelle.

Also, I throw a huge hissy fit in that same house, because she was all gussied up to go to her Homecoming.  What a brat, you’re probably thinking.  Guess I kinda was.  I was just a little jealous of how pretty she looked!!!

She saved me from myself many a time through the years…from keeping me from getting my ass kicked at the busstop after school to later dramas & traumas, breakups and heartaches…and for this, I am forever grateful.

My sister was always the coolest.  When we were younger, she had bleach blonde hair and mirrored sunglasses.  She wore short shorts and tight tops and drove a fast, souped up car (which she could take apart and fix herself).  As we got older, and we both settled in to adulthood - I got to know her more than the image I had created in my head.  She is smart, funny, whimsical, quirky, weird in a good way, one of the most well read people I know and a killer friend.

I love my sis more than anyone in the World.

Make it the best day EVER Rob…xxx