32. Siblings

My sister and I are 4 years apart, with her being the younger of the two.

When we both moved away to college, we took basically inverse routes. I moved 600 miles south to San Diego, she moved 700 to the north, to Portland.

We text a bunch, harass each other on Facebook, and ever-so-infrequently actually talk on the phone. Well, it’s usually on facetime. Usually because she wants to see my dog.

On a whim she decided to fly down this weekend, showed up with beer, and immediately made fun of my beard.

Love that little punk.