My sisters and Sistahs!

Let me tell ya about my Sistahs.

Three years ago last Christmas, my sisters had a fight. Not a brawl but an all-out email, phone call fight. My internet was down for a week during this time so I basically was left out of it..thank goodness! By the time I was back in cyberspace, everyone was making up and deciding that we need to all get together for just some Sister-Time. No husbands, no kids. We were only seeing each other at major holidays and it is always so hectic then that it wasn't like we were really SEEING each other. Ya know what I mean?

So our Sister Trip was born. The 4 of us went to Florida that first year and spent a long weekend with a great friend of ours, Chief Chick. It was fabulous. Her husband and son were very welcoming also and we lounged around their pool, drank waaay too much, ate fabulously and laughed our asses off almost the entire time. Chief Chick was adopted at that point as an honorary Sistah. (She also threatened to kill us if we didn't include her in any future sister trips!)

The following year we expanded on the Sistah Trip idea and decided everyone was responsible to invite one person. A low-maintenance, no-drama, cussin', drinking, smart ass woman. No kids, no penises allowed. We rented a beach house on Dauphin Island off the coast of Alabama and had one of the best times I have ever had in my life.

What brought all of this up is not only are we in the process of planning our upcoming Sistah Trip this May, but one of my Sistahs sent me a bracelet that I had admired at our last trip and I received it today. I don't have my camera with me since I'm at work right now but will post a pic of it later.

She had this wonderful card with it saying that she had purchased it at the end of the last trip but had promptly lost it when she got home. She was cleaning out her dresser not long ago and came across it and so she sent it to me. I'm so truly touched. It's a beautiful little bracelet that reminds me of the beach and the ocean.

So this post is in honor of my Sistahs. My chosen family. Women that are just like me. We forget things, lose things, wonder how many days of future therapy are we inflicting upon our children! We drink, cuss, laugh and if one of us is having a bad time of it..we tell them that "whew, I thought my life sucked but yours is much worse!" And then we pour them a drink. We would all definitely show up with shovels if one of us killed a husband and then decide if any of the others needed killing also. We are protective of each other. We are real.