It’s Betty’s and my 37th birthday today.
For those of you who don’t know: same year, same day. We are relieved to know at least that our mothers were in New York (me) and Wyoming (Betty) delivering, since this way we know we’re not twins separated at birth.
(Come to think of it, if we ever say we live “like sisters,” we’re going to have to be twins. Fraternal, of course. Oh, no: sororal, rather. Ick, ick, and ick: I still don’t understand how anyone can say that about someone they are having / used to have sex with.)