Better Late Than Never

Today is my sister's birthday.
I don't feel like i have given this event quite the attention it deserves.
I started a post about all the fond memories I have of my sister from when we were kids. Even though we joke about growing up in different houses there are lots of common threads.
I remember when we were kids my sister could tell me just about anything and I would believe it. This was wonderful early in the morning when we had stayed at my dad's apartment growing up. She would tell me these amazing stories that made those early morning hours before we could wake our dad up not seem so long. This ability was tested when she was 17 and told my mom that her new tattoo would wear off in 7 years.
Amanda has always been inherently cooler than I will ever be. This was true when we were in Jr high and she had a perm and used Stiff Stuff hairspray and I couldn't even grow my bangs out. This was true when we were in college and she traveled everywhere. And it is still true as she snowboards around listening to the coolest of the cool new rock out of Detroit.
We used to not get along, but I could always count on her to be my one and only ally on the long car rides to New Castle when we were kids. We would have these ridiculous fights every day, but put us in a car to Grandma's house and we were all of a sudden the best of friends. Maybe it was the common enemy (parental figures), or just the change of environment we needed to push us together.
At any rate, my sister is my favorite. She makes me laugh, makes me cry, and makes me glad that I have her to do all that with. I could continue with a bunch of flowery stuff about how amazing she is at everything she does, but anyone who reads this already knows that....