Happy Birthday!

Happy birthday to my sisters, Brenda (AKA Jamwoman; Older, Bigger Lil Sis) and Karen (AKA Karen), who are both much, much younger than me.

Brenda reminds me with disturbing frequency that I was quite vociferous in my desire for a younger sister while my mother was pregnant (with what the doctors at the time believed to be “a big boy”). Lemme tell you something, Brenda: you weren’t born! You have no idea what I said while you were percolating! It’s all hearsay, and it’ll never hold up in court! Ha!

Whatever I may or may not have wanted at the time, what Mom came home from the hospital with was twin girls, identical in every respect, except that they looked and acted nothing alike. Brenda is dark-haired and boisterous, while Karen is blonde and quiet. They probably should have been named “Yin” and “Yang,” yet some people insisted on having trouble telling them apart.

Happy birthday to both of you. And Karen, I’m really sorry about that whole “smashing your finger with the sledge hammer” thing.

6 thoughts on “Happy Birthday!”

  1. Indeed, Birthday wishes to my youngest siblings.

    Hadn’t heard the sledgehammer-thingy story.

    Weren’t they supposed to be identical in some way? If not, why have I thought so?

  2. Happy birthday to my sisters, Brenda (AKA Jamwoman; Older, Bigger Lil Sis) and Karen (AKA Karen), who are both much, much younger than me.

    So if I’ve got close to ten years up on you, Grasshopper, how many ‘muches’ younger than I would they be?

  3. Thagg said:

    Hadn’t heard the sledgehammer-thingy story.

    Adam and I were smashing BBs on a rock with a sledge hammer (Hey, we had no TV, no Nintendo, what were we supposed to do?) when two very curious little girls happened by.

    “What are you doing?” they asked.

    “Smashing BBs,” we said. I brought the sledge hammer down on a BB that Adam had laid atop a flat stone.

    “Why?” they asked. Wham! I hit the BB again, flattening it noticeably.

    “They get hot,” we said. It was true, they did. I raised the sledge hammer again.

    As I brought the sledge hammer down, Karen reached in to touch the BB, wanting to verify that it was, indeed, getting warm. WHAM! The sledge hammer hit the tip of Karen’s finger.

    Mom piled us all in the car and we headed for L’Anse. On the way, Karen fell asleep in the back seat. I watched, fascinated, as the nail on her swollen finger fell off.

  4. Thagg asked:

    So if I’ve got close to ten years up on you, Grasshopper, how many ‘muches’ younger than I would they be?

    I think we dispense with “much” and simply say “significantly” at that point.

  5. Thanks Kris, and I am sorry about being so hard on you for not calling. Now the only brother to not have called is the eldest, who is 15 1/2 years older than Karen and I.

  6. And Karen, I’m really sorry about that whole “smashing your finger with the sledge hammer” thing.

    Oh, you’ll get yours…

    Thanks for the b-day wishes 🙂

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