Whenever people meet Megan and I at the same time, they almost always comment on the fact that we sound alike. We use all the same strange vocabulary and vocal mannerisms. So much so that Megan can trick Corey into thinking that she is me on the phone. There is a very simple reason for this. I’ve spent most of my life looking up to my cool big sister, emulating her and of course repeating all of her questionable fashion choices (most famously, the pink plaid pants in 6th grade). I’m sure she is glad that I have grown out of hiding her belts under my pillow so I would be able to wear them to school. Thankfully, she’s not only a terrific big sister, but also a pretty spectacular role model. I feel ever so lucky to have her. Happy Birthday Meg! I hope you get all the delicious Mexican food, cake, and fluffy kitty cats that your heart desires. Love you!