Why I'm A Great Older Sister

Not to brag, but I think I'm a pretty good older sister when push comes to shove.

When one of my brothers was in college, I'd take him out and feed him and invite him to parties where I knew there'd be free booze.

If there is a movie playing that any of my siblings want to see, I buy the tickets and whatever concession treats they want.

And I tend to ask for little in return.
OK, that's a lie. I do ask for some recognition, even just that I'm older than they are and might know a wee bit more about life. I usually never get it. Sometimes I'll just want a "thanks" which I will get on rare occasion.

So I guess I'm just waiting to see what I get over the next 2 weeks. Three of my siblings are having birthdays and knowing from recent experience how much it both sucks and blows when your siblings forget your birthday, I have bought gifts - ranging from a gift tower from Harry and David for the food lover to a bunch of girly stuff from Sephora for my fellow makeup addict sister.

And no matter how much I pride myself on being the cool older sister who'll do such things, I tell you now, if these brats don't even say "Thank You" it's going to be a sad October next year my friends. I mean...I'll sit here and smile benevolently, knowing that even if they don't acknowledge it, I did something nice.