So it was my sister's birthday last Friday. Happy Birthday, Catherine! Your present is in the mail. It's a box of dildos.
It's a box of condoms. Hello, you're in the Navy and surrounded by men; I'm just being practical.
Could I be any more inappropriate?
Anyway, I had planned to write some crazed essay about Catherine and our family, and all the ways in which I am tormented by Catherine and our family, but then I realised I've already done that. Last year. Or was it the year before? Regardless, you can all read it by clicking here, while I spend my time doing something more productive. Like watching Offspring.