I have the most awesome sisters. They are there when times are tough, when a caring ear is needed or when sharing great news. They know me better than anyone...all my strengths and weaknesses. And they are the ones I turn to when I need a shoulder to cry on or to have a laugh. I spent a whirlwind 24 hours with two of them last weekend. Number 3 daughter, Mary, was having a rough week with work, concerned about the slow sale of her farm, concerns about a money transfer not being completed, and frustrated with continuing mud and rain. Number 4 sister, Terri, met us at Mary's farm and antique business. By the end of the 24 hours, Mary was laughing at the casino with silly penny machines (Terri walked out well ahead, Mary somewhat, and I, of course, donated to the Native American economy). We shared some wine as I taught them Gin 13, and we fought, argued, and tried to cheat. And the one who taught them the game, of course, was the one who lost the money to them. So 24 hours later, I left cash poor, but rich with laughter and more memories. Everyone should be as lucky as me with angels in their lives called SEESTERS!