Dear Diary,
This afternoon was a sister day. We lounged at the pool, then off to lunch at HuHot and then a trip to the mall. Sister Day is always a holiday to me. All my life I have wanted to be just like my sister. I chose activities and studies because that's what she chose, along the way. I remember being so sad that I couldn't play the flute, or even attend the same college. Sis was always the ideal. And she still is, to me.
I've always thought she was beautiful but as we have "grown up" it becomes even more apparent to me. And even more proven, time and again, when we have days like today, because I am never approached as frequently by men as when I'm with my sister.
Today for instance, at lunch, the cook just would not stop talking to us. On a typical visit to said establishment, the cook might say hello or ask a question or two, but that would be it and he would go about doing his job at grilling your food and that of the rest of the guests in line. Today was different. Today, this man wanted to tell us everything about life and find out if we had boyfriends or husbands or kids or jobs or if we were on welfare, or eating healthy or come to HuHot in the daytime or evening time. My he was chatty.
All this occurred while another man continued to steal glances at her from across the restaurant. I still strive to be like sis. On top of being smart and successful, she's the prettiest one. ;)
Perhaps tomorrow holds another Sister Day...
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