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Guess who’s back, back again . . .

. . . Erica’s back! Tell a friend!

That’s right. On the day that I didn’t have the gumption, wherewithal, or motivation to finish up my pregnancy post (due this morning), my sister decided to start blogging again.

THANK THE HEAVENS.

Now I can just send you her way!

She wrote a fabulous post about homemade sandwich bread. Tell me this doesn’t make you want to marry her straightaway.

Too bad she’s already got a full house, with a husband and two cats to feed and take care of.

So seriously–stop by and say hello! She’s funny, smart, and heavens to Betsy can this woman bake. And cook. And frolick. And decorate. I won’t even mention that she has been a model, appeared in ads (TV, billboards–the works), and even been in a movie–because I don’t want anyone hatin’ on her beautiful blond little self for being too awesome.

Oh yeah, and she has that MA in French that I almost forgot about. Will the wonders never cease? (answer = no)

Hasta mañana!

It's your best day!

Good morning, birthday girl!

It’s your best day!

Somehow you went from this . . .

. . . to this . . .

. . . to this!

I’ll be danged if I know how it happened.

Should we perhaps call you the birthday queen?

I hope you have an awesome day at work, teaching your classroom the beauties of the Spanish language. I hope you eat something great, that someone (other than yourself) makes you a birthday cake, and that you get to have a long and wonderful talk with your deployed hubby-of-a-Dave.

I love you, and I’m so glad you came into the world 26 years ago . . . even if I was a little disgruntled at first.

Wary of the competition, some might say.

Concerned about the waning status of my supremacy in the household.

By the way, um . . . what do you want for your birthday again?