I don't have a biological sister, and I don't begrudge having a brother at all. Most of the time, perfect and great, but after watching In Her Shoes which I dvr'd the other night, I have to wonder what it would be like to have a sister.

I am not questioning the bond women have because I am luckier than most. I have a woman that I have been friends with since I was 7 or so. I love her so much that when we came home from religous school once and my parents weren't home, her Mom took us (me and my brother) to her house for lunch. I knew then we would be friends always. I knew that when her mom made us baloney sandwhiches with both Mayo and Mustard I ate it and didn't kvetch and she would be the sister I never had. I probably would still eat that sandwhich if her mom made it for me today just 'cause.

I have a sister who is married to my brother and I marvel at the things she goes through every day. Her strength and kindness and her sweet nature. Its an inspiration. If she can do what she does and still be so wonderful, my life, my job, my ways ... I can't whine. And I will never forget her scratching my Grandma D's incision when no one else in the room could figure out what she was needing... and she instinctively just stepped in, and made my Grandma feel better when we were all trying to figure it out. She probably doesn't even remember. But I will never forget. I will love her always for that. The family is lucky to have her I am glad she is part of it. And she also knows what I dig from Trader Joes which is a bonus.

I have a friend in Portland, that knows me more than she thinks she does. We joke that our love of pink and precious and pretty bonds us, but its more than that. We talk and who gives a rats ass about distance. She could be across the hall and I would be just as lucky to have her in my life. She also knows what I like at Trader Joes and is willing on the mere mention to go on a run for me... which of course I have only allowed once, because I am no schnorrer.

My friend G, who I don't get to spend hardly enough time with makes me feel smart and I love that she is one person who has seen me at my best and my worst. She knows because we spent nearly every day together for three years working together. We don't get together enough. She is brilliant and knows she can say anything and it won't gross me out, even when we are eating. And I got to introduce her to the wonderfulness of the Cheesecake Factory and she loves and humors my love of Maggianos. She makes me feel smart because we pepper the conversations with bits (and on my part, I definately mean bits) of brilliance. We would and should kill at trivia.

I have a Mom who I am closer to than I have ever been. In fact after all this time of her being my "in case of emergency person" I am officially as far as her HOA is concerned at least hers. Funny thing that relationship. Late 80's not so much. The drama in my life precluded us from knowing each other as grownups. Its a nice thing now and I am only sorry that I was misguided by someone with whom I trusted emotionally to feed my impressionable minda and emotions at that time and make me sincerely believe that it wasn't a valuable relationship. Her relationship with her mother wasn't good, so mine couldn't be either and I believed her. I was a comlete fool. But for what it is worth, I am grateful now because I realize what a yutz I was. So thanks, LB... I suppose I owe you that. Not much more, but I owe you that.

I have had many friends come and go and I am lucky for each and everyone of them, because I learned something great from each relationship, good or bad, I did learn something. But after watching the movie I realized, and not to take away from any seriousness of the above paragraphs, but... no matter how much I loved the girl, I would kill her with the broken heel and who cares how special a poem is and how wonderful it is that she could read aloud... I will kill the stupid cow if she stole any shoes from me and returned them damaged. And yes, Jennifer Weiner (who actually was the one that directed me indirectly to blogger... thank you girl, lady, woman... I owe you and your "snarkspot"), I get the metaphor and it was pounded into my head while watching the movie, but seriously... no one better mess with my stuff, or I'll cut 'em.

But it was a sweet story about friendship, sisterhood and over coming stuff. I appreciate any casting director that realizes the hottness of Mark Feuerstein. And Shirley... I would pay to watch her read a phone book. It was wonderful to see Joel Fleishman's rabbai from Northern Exposure (I just love seeing him on the Sopranos playing a bad guy, he will always be Joel's rabbai) smooching on her too. For the record though I am tired of Toni Collette being cast as the fat chick who overcomes sad situations to find a man and have everything turn out ok. Nice to see the White Shadow as well, he is a better actor than with the bad Bawston accent.

So. I might not have a biological sister, but pleanty of really great ladies in my life to make up for it. And that being said, I know my brother wouldn't dare even think about raiding my closet for shoes. Pretty lucky. Pret...Tee...Luckie...indeed.