August 14 is an important day for us: it's my baby sister's birthday.
My baby sister is one of my favourite people, for all that I haven't seen her in a few years. In fact, I just recently saw my older sister for the first time in 7 years... there seems to be a pattern here.
Gwen's clever and witty: I try to keep up with her, but truth to tell, I can't. To misquote Blackadder, she's as witty as a very witty person who enjoys good wit.
We used to be good buddies at one point. Not that we're enemies now or anything, but the course of life tends to affect one's relationships just as it affects one's waistline. We're no longer found bombing around in my old VW Rabbit or a Cessna 152. We don't rise at 4:30 to go fishing in Dad's canoe like we used to.
But although I rarely see her in real life, I certainly hold her in the same affection as then. And I suspect a great deal more respect.
So many happy returns, Gwennie. I look forward to seeing you again in real life when the days get shorter.
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Thank you Farkus! I wish today could be the day that I graciously admit that you made up Clumsy Ox... but I just can't bring myself to tell a falsehood. I'm sorry.
I was just thinking of our Cessna days last night when a little Cessna was taxiing past me on the tarmac. If you ever renew your license, I'd love to go up again!
I love you. Thanks for the kind words.
Oh I'm a bit weepy now.
me too...
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