ode to my sister

I got a birthday card (belated) and a Christmas card (super duper early) from my sister today. Being two girls really close in age, we had our moments of wishing we were the only daughter whilst growing up. But now that I've been gone for about ten years now we have a great relationship, I consider her one of my closest friends even though we don't really have a lot in common. So she is getting married, she is finally settling down after years of debauchery and mayhem. I like her fiance, he seems really nice. They are planning on having two weddings, one stateside (a white wedding) and one in Norway (a traditional Indian wedding in Norway, how cool does that sound?). I'm saving up some cash so I can go to Norway because I've never been to a Scandinavian country and I've never been to an Indian wedding. It'll be excitement and new experiences all around. I have to admit though, when I met Sofie's fiance I was a little disappointed. I thought for sure he would be this Indian dude with an accent like the Swedish chef from the muppets. Just the thought of it made me laugh, but he didn't have an accent at all. Maybe some of his relatives will though. Sofie and I decided that it was going to be hard to be serious with all that going on.
PS-the birthday card from Sofie said: Only the good die young, we bitches live forever. Oddly enough this is the second time today I've been called a bitch, but this time it was said by somebody that mattered. Besides, I've never denied being one, in fact I embrace it...I even subscribe to a magazine with that name. As a matter of fact I subscribe to one named BUST too.