She's a joker... she's a smoker...

Most of you reading the blog know Meredith, my youngest sister. Mere and I have never fought, not once. There's a 13 year age difference between us, never any kind of sibling rivalry with an age gap like that. I've been calling her Buuuuud since she was little and we used to watch the Cosby Show together. When I was a senior in high school I would come home from school, make some lunch, and sit downstairs on the couch with Mere and watch The Monkees. She had no idea what most of it was about since she was about 5, but we laughed our way through it almost every day.

I'm incredibly blessed in that I have, by far, the most wonderful sisters in the world. There is nothing we wouldn't do for each other. Nothing. Karen, Christie or Meredith (even Fran when his hair is long... just kidding Bro), I couldn't ask for better sisters than the one's I've got. They don't make them.

Mere makes me smile or laugh all the time. All of my sisters do, but Mere does it at least a few times a week and right now that's what's keeping me going... through this shitty job, through my moving, through everything, she's there. She reminds me that this rough spot is just a phase, life is better at times than others... and that tan is always better than pale ;-)

I love you Bud!