My sister, Katie, is on a plane right now. She's headed here:
She's off on the adventure of a lifetime, complete with a fabulous Manhattan apartment (click here and here to see it in all its tiny splendor) and a high-powered Wall Street gig at Goldman Sachs.
Last night our family had a going-away dinner in her honor at the Cheesecake Factory:
Maybe the tongue hanging out is a genetic thing? (See below)
I'm going to desperately miss my sister/BFF/stylist (who else knows our dressing room rating system?), but I cannot wait to visit and see her in action in her new surroundings. Good luck in the Big Apple, Katie!
