So, to her glorious credit, after a lifetime of being my sister, I can still call her my best friend. Even after those brutal 80's. Gosh what was with the frizzy hair? Or my brother the professor looking more like a surfer than a dorky-smartie-pants-know-it-all? Not that he was...everyday. This post is about Em though...who I shared a room with, fought over sweaters with, cried with...and survived. Happy Birthday. Life wouldn't be tolerable without you sis'ta.