Have you met my sister?

My sister and her five kids are living with me and my family this year.  It's been crazy but totally fun.  My sister is 38 years old. She is 3 years younger then I am. Twice in the past month people have thought I was her mother. Seriously? Do I look like I gave birth to a 38 year old? (Don't answer that.) After the second time, my sister whispered to me, "I told you to start using moisturizing cream." 

I've come to see that even though we grew up together, we are totally different.  I never thought of myself as being anti-social.  I mean, I've met all my neighbors.  The important ones at least---the ones on either side of me and across the street.  However i've discovered that I might not be as social as I thought I was.  After only being here for a month my sister had not only met every person up and down the whole street, but she had also brought them over some kind of homemade treat.

Someone from down the street stopped in front of my house the other day and said, "It's nice to meet you!  How long have you lived here?"  When I told him that we have lived here for 15 years, he replied, "Well now you don't have to say hello to us for another 15 years!"

The next time I questioned my social skills was at church.  Before Relief Society starts each week, my sister goes around the room giving everyone a back massage and rearranges everyone to make sure no one is sitting alone. (No, I'm not kidding...)  I tend to sit in the back row and have even tried to convince my daughter to fake a siezure so we could leave early.

So.  Have you met my sister?   Please don't sit around waiting for me to introduce her to you...chances are she'll be over shortly to get acquainted.  Most likely with baked goods.