Thursday, January 24, 2008


An 8am phone call from my own sister this morning jolted me from my morning haze. I loves those calls. The unexpected ones that are meant to be "just a quick question" but turn into long conversations while you hurry to brush your children's' teeth and put their socks on for them. My sister is a writer. And I get the privilege of hearing her column before it goes to press. This morning's conversation reminded me just how special "thisters" are. I have two of them...and they are my best friends. When we are visiting together, and the night is wearing on, we always end up singing a lisping rendition of Irving Berlin's song. It is really kind of a strange tradition. But one I cherish...I can only hope that my own two girls will grow up to be best friends too!
Sisters, Sisters

Sisters, sisters
There were never such devoted sisters,
Never had to have a chaperone, no sir,
I’m there to keep my eye on her
Caring, sharing
Every little thing that we are wearing
When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome
She wore the dress, and I stayed home
All kinds of weather, we stick together
The same in the rain and sun
Two different faces, but in tight places
We think and we act as one
Those who’ve seen us
Know that not a thing could come between us
Many men have tried to split us up, but no one can
Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister
And lord help the sister, who comes between me and my man

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