That’s my sister!
Is there a doctor in the house? Well, there is now. Shana earned her Ph.D(!) and we went out to celebrate.
She is extremely smart and worked really, really hard to earn this and we are both so very proud of her.
While we were there the Husband and I entered a race. He finished in the top 70-something of six-hundred, while I finished in the top 400-something. I know the bigger deal is the Husband’s placement, but I wasn’t last and that is what is truly amazing.
Shana came to cheer us (and her friends, who were there too) on even though it was waaaaay to early in the morning.
It was not an easy race, but as I’m not keen on running, all races aren’t easy. I do distinctly remember Shana yelling “That’s my sister!” as I crossed the finish line. As stupid as it sounds, and it is pretty stupid, that was the highlight of my weekend because she admitted, in public, that she is related to me 
