Yesterday was my sister’s 21^st birthday. Fortunately, most of her friends were in Vegas on a trip she couldn’t afford to take which left just a few folks to get her smashed at the bar last night. And because I love my sister so much, I agreed to be her designated driver. Basically I dropped her off, sat at my brother’s house until one in the morning and then took her home (I did watch “3:10 to Yuma” while I waited and I highly recommend it).

            Moving on to the present moment, I’m trying to decide what to wear to my sister’s sister-in-law’s bridal shower (I know, why the hell am I going?) and eating oatmeal. I have no idea how I got roped into doing this party, but I did. Like most things with my sister you aren’t asked to help/do something, you are just expected to be there and, in this case, to bring three dozen cinnamon rolls.

            So my "advice" for today goes like this: If you are a married woman with in-laws and siblings, don’t expect them to get along, and sure as hell don’t force them to be around each other.