We're the Same Age

We're the same age for one month of the year. I know can you believe it? I ask myself how my mother coped with this throughout our childhood???? She is a Saint, but we will save that for another blog post.

I had been trying to get a "good" picture of Hill and me the whole night..... And in looking through what I got, I decided that these were the best because this is what we are usually doing. Laughing (Bri refers to it as cackling). These pictures are more telling than the better posed ones. They are telling of our sisterhood (only wish all the other sisters could have been there, Kir, Mags, Denise).

She said tonight that when she gets old that she wants to live by me, not with her kids (you had to be there for that funny conversation! She's not letting her kids get her things DI ready!). What better compliment?

On a talk show the other week a guest was talking about a conversation she had had with her grandmother. She had asked her grandmother how she had stayed married for so long. Her grandmother replied, "I had sisters". She didn't get it until later in life. I get it. I agree with it.

I love Hill. We understand each other.

This is before dinner. The grand kids with their In-n-Out burger hats from Cali.

Our dinner! Crab.

Yes, we wore the bibs.

The shark hanging on the ceiling.

Beautifuls!

Washed out by the end of the night. But had to include it. Is that sweatshirt from Aberdeen?

Happy Birthday to two of my all time favorite people.