I'm 22 months older than my sister Kate, which is almost two years. However, from March 19 (her birthday) to May 17 (the day before my birthday) each year, instead of being two years older than her I am just one year older. I mean, not really, but that's how I always think of it. Yesterday I was 23 and she was 21; today, I am 23 and she is 22. When I was younger I always relished the two months a year that this happened because it seemed very cool and close, like we were sisters in a TV show or something.
Looking back, some of the moments of our childhood we were able to antagonize each other creatively and effectively enough that we probably could have passed for characters on a TV show. When we were supposed to be cleaning our shared room and I would instead sit on my bed reading a book, Kate would run into the hallway and call downstairs in a whiny, passive-aggressive voice that I still remember today, "Daaaad? Is Lauren suppooooosed to be reading a book? Because I thought you said to clean our rooooms." Then I would get yelled at while she sat sweetly in the corner and watched with delight. Turd.
I got my revenge. After seeing how scared she got while watching this movie, I convinced her there were witches living in our very basement and that if she needed to get something from the basement she only had 10 seconds before the witches came out and got her. My sister claims that to this day, whenever she goes into the basement of our parents' house, she can still hear me standing at the top of the stairs and counting "Ooooooone Mississippi, Twooooooo Mississippi--Hurry up, Kate!--Threeeeeee Mississippi . . ." Heh heh heh.
Most of the time we got along though. We looked alike, so we would wear identical outfits and do our hair the same. When we went to restaurants, I would slouch in my seat and Kate would sit on her heels so that our heights evened out. We loved when the waitresses asked if we were twins, and when they did we would run to the bathroom and giggle and mock the dumb TGI Friday's employee we had just fooled. "Well, aren't you two just adorable! Y'all must be twins, right?"
Twins, no. But total hotties, yes.
Happy b-day, bitch!