Where Am I Going, And Why Am I In This Handbasket?

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

The Jealous-of-My-Sister Club

So let me start by being very clear - I love my sister. I dig my sis. She is totally swell and I want her to be as happy as possible. I am, here, asserting my love for her.

Okay.

In one weekend:

She dabbles in identity theft. Sits on laps that don't belong to Santa.


Hangs in her basement/abode. Takes her flamenco class.


Hangs with a cute baby. And a well-balanced daddy.



Teaches 2 yoga classes. Catches Xmas fireworks on the beach.


Takes a Manhattan Beach sunset for granted.


And I left out the part of the weekend where she whips out her Everest photos. Over 500 mindblowing photographs from her month-long jaunt. And that she finds out she's working the World Cup this summer in Germany.



So every once in a while I just have to remind her that my girlfiends and I created the I Hate Sabrina Club years ago. Or, actually, I just finally told her about it. OOOPS. She has the opposite of Murphy's Law. Like in the Charlie Brown cartoons, Pig Pen has this brown clowd following him everywhere. Except hers is the color that makes all this stuff happen.

And this was just a ho-hum weekend.

So if you're not done gagging: last night she handled Baz Lurhman at the LA premiere of "The Producers".


That's a Sliver of Sabrina on the left. I'm pretty sure her toe was on the red carpet.

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