Today is Erin's 38th birthday!! Wait...no, that's not right. Let's see (counting on fingers)..I think she's 37? No no no she's 36!! Thirty-six years she's been on this planet, and she looks marvelous! Erin's not only my sister-in-law, but she's also my SPiC. That's my Shopping Partner in Crime. We don't actually commit any crime, unless you call me putting odd things in her shopping cart when she isn't looking (think hemorrhoid cremes and small leopard-spotted speedos), or pretending our shopping carts are the motorcycles from CHiPs (I'm Ponch and she's John), or me asking what types of condoms she uses while a nervous looking man next to me peruses the tampon section for his lady. Ahhh...fun times for sure. Immature? Yes! Will we ever "grow up" - No! Our bodies may wrinkle, our boobs may sag, our hair may gray and our memory will fade - but grow up? Never!
So Happy Birthday my very young friend!!
P.S. Back in the day, I called Erin Rhonda and she called me Vicky.