Katsy Bananyo

Here's to the littlest seester, on this her day of birth. Make no bones about it. The child had a traumatic entry into the world, and she let everyone know just how displeased she was about it for the first 6 months of her life. Lucky for her she turned out to be such a great kid. Well, now that she's legal, I guess she's no longer a kid, kid -- more of a dangerous college kid with new access to bars and liquor stores, a cell phone perpetually glued to her ear, and a penchant for driving like a maniac. She has a funny way of making her birthday the biggest -- typically multi-day -- event of the year, and has always marched to the beat of a different drummer where fashion is concerned. As a child, neon yellow socks clearly matched the smallest, pastel yellow stripe on a multi-colored shirt. Clearly. Not surprisingly, she looooves shoes, coco channel, and well, presents in general. She also has a tendency to refer to herself in the third person. All in all, she's a hoot and I'm glad to have her as a seester. Happy Birthday!