That moment when you’re staring at two giant red buttons: one says ‘Annoy my sister,’ the other says ‘Wish my sister happy birthday.’ You already know I’m wiping sweat from my forehead trying to decide which one to hit first.
No matter what I choose, she’ll probably roll her eyes and laugh. That’s what siblings do. Either way, happy birthday, sis, just know I’m still going to annoy you a little.
