For those of you who read this blog, you might not know that I have two little sisters.
As I type this, one is sixteen years old and the other is thirteen. I am *cough cough* thirty-five this year; which means there is a bit of an age gap.
I've tried not to let it be to much of a problem and my sisters don't really tease me about it much, but there are times when it's tough. For example, when the older of the two was nine years old, she didn't think I was cool anymore. Up until that point, she thought I was pure awesome. Then one day she thought I was goofball. Well I am, but she was embarrassed of her goofball big sis and that kind of stung a little.
