The Friends: Honorary Sisters

This blog is a surprise. Shhh. It's a birthday present for a Sheridan Street Survivor. One of the honoraries. The girls that spent so much time at Casa Crazy that they absorbed the madness and kept coming back for more. There are several of these crazy girls passing themselves off as responsible adults. You never know when they'll pop up or where. You know who you are. Don't be shy. Say hi to the group.

This is about that one family. From Cranston Street. Not one honorary. Not two honoraries. But Three. Three. That's like the gold medal in the crazy olympics. The Cecchet girls. Robin, Kim, and Patrice. Robin was Deb's friend; Kim had Tracey (and by extension me) and Patrice. Well Patrice belonged to Laura. She spent an enormous amout of time at our house and that, right there, should explain everything you need to know about her. Hell, she's in more family pictures than me!

She was treated like one of the family. And believe me, we were not nice, sunday-school sisters. We were (are) mean girls. Everyone of us. And as Dad liked to say "Shit rolls down hill". So the youngest (and her friends) always bore the brunt. Patrice learned loads from the sisters.

She learned that disco was dead; she learned that Santa was a fraud; she learned that pet rocks can die (well technically she learned that from Judi, our cousin). She learned that girls are mean. She learned that the sisters are loyal. She learned that she was our family. She learned that family matters. A lot. She learned that, for better or for worse, she had a place on Sheridan Street. That she is a patch in the crazy quilt of Mulvey. She survived the madness and we'll love her forever. Oh, and she'll always be a pesky, annoying, younger sister!

Happy Birthday Princess P!