Texts from Cait - Part Fourteen or The One Where We Come Up With Creative Uses for Our Boobs

For those of you who might be new here, Cait is my baby sister and also one of my dearest friends.

Texts from Cait - Part Twelve

While I'm off traipsing around New Orleans, I thought I'd share another series of texts from my sister, Cait. This cracked me up - in fact, I was so amused, I had to read it to my brother Andrew. He actually giggled. It was adorable.

Texts from Cait - Part Eleven

Some of you know that my baby sister moved to New York to live with a friend. Well...they also have roommates - a married couple who have kids and a (questionable) nanny. Especially questionable since the mother doesn't work outside the home and no one really watches (or feeds) the kids. Well, you know...except Cait.

Anyway, here's the deluge of texts I got last night. Can't wait to go for a visit and  meet these freaks gems.

Another Day. Another Misread.

I was running some errands this afternoon and talking to Cait while I was driving (no worries - hands free ear piece and mic) and I passed a sign I'd never seen before.

Me: HA!

Cait: What?

Me: I just passed a sign that said "International Drinks".

Cait: And?

Me: And I thought it said "Institutional Drinks".

Cait:  I bet that tastes like orange Tang.

Me: And Xanax.

Texts from Cait - Part Nine

Okay, so this episode of Texts from Cait requires a little set-up.

Our mom is the most absent minded of absent minded professors. She's a brilliant woman, but easily distracted. Once, she accidentally washed a load of laundry with syrup because she had that in her hand when she wandered into the laundry room. She loses her glasses while they're on her face and her keys while they're in her hand. She's driven off more times than I can count with a cup of tea (or her purse) on the roof of the car. Sometimes, I'll come home to discover that she's stopped by and my jug of milk is in my cupboard. This is just the one we have. So the following really shouldn't have been a surprise.

(The first part of this is Cait relaying a conversation with mom.)

Texts from Cait - Part Eight

I know we just had a texts from Cait, but this amused me. Also, I've been a real bad blogger.

Texts from Cait - Part Seven

It's time for another episode of Texts from Cait...and yet another example of why I freaking love my sister.

Texts from Cait - Part Six

This is how I know my sister has been playing too much Candyland. Yeah, I said Candyland. She watches our niece and nephew on a regular basis and she also works at a childcare center at a gym.

This is apparently Cait on Candyland.

Pirate, Gypsy...Caitlin

Today is Cait's birthday. She's twenty-six, this year. For those of you keeping track at home, that's eighteen years between us. Our mom calls us her bookends. I'm the oldest, Cait's the youngest and there's nothing but boys between us.

I was so freaking excited when she was born. After three brothers and two step-brothers, I was dying for a sister. Not that I don't adore all of my brothers - I do. I really have some awesome ones. But, I still always wanted a sister.

It's probably a good thing there are eighteen years between us. This way we end up being not only sisters but the best of friends. If we were any closer in age, we probably would have killed each other.

She's one of the most amazing people I know, and I'm surrounded by them on all sides. Brilliant, a stickler for historical and grammatical accuracy, hysterically funny, kind (though she'd probably argue that) a natural with kids and a fantastic writer with a voice like a booze-soaked angel. This girl can sing. She's got a big, gorgeous voice that carries for miles. Also, she spontaneously breaks into song. I love that.

These words don't even begin to do her justice. I wish I could somehow share a little Cait with everyone. I think the world would be a better place. I know mine is far better because of her.

I love you, Didder! Happy Birthday to my girlie! You are the best!

Texts from Cait - Part Five

Whoa...three blog posts in a week from me? That's kind of a miracle these days, but I had this text convo with Cait that I kinda have to share.