TFT: Sissy

I have been thinking and thinking about what I should write about today and have had such writers block. Annoying. A while ago my sister e-mailed me and asked when I was going to write TFT and I said I had no ideas on what to write about. When I asked her what I should write about, I got a response with one sentence: Write about me. LOL!!

So. TFT will be about my little sissy pants :)

To say Miche and I didn't get along when I was younger is putting it nicely. I think it's fair to say that we actually hated each other. And there was none of this, "Oh, mom! Miche took my toy!" No. I would hit her. She would hit me back. We would pull hair. One time when my mom was gone, my neighbor actually came over to our house because she heard us screaming at each other so loudly. So, no....one could say that we didn't like each other very much.

When I left for college, things got much better. For one, we were away from each other and I think that absence makes the heart grow fonder. But also, we started maturing a little and stopped hitting each other....as much...

I can't quite pinpoint when she became my best friend. I suppose it happened slowly over the years as we have gotten older and become more and more alike. Honestly - calling her my best friend doesn't seem to do it justice. Soul mate? That's a little more accurate. She knows more about me than anyone else - more than even my husband does (sorry, honey), because she's been through everything with me; good and bad. She's funny, beautiful, caring, loyal, honest, sensitive and I honestly don't know what I would do without her!