My older sister goes by Queen. It's more a title than a nickname. Her kingdom is populous and she rules with the poise and authority only natural born leaders possess. She's a loving Queen who won't hesitate to smite you if required. I love, respect, admire and fear her in equal proportion.

For her birthday this year, we gave Queen a proper royal celebration. There was a formally informal dinner, the finest of store bought ice cream cake, the gift of fake breast enhancement and then there was dancing. Lots of dancing.

Somewhere in the middle of all that, my sisters and I tried to take a picture together. Well, more than just a picture. We wanted to all like the picture. And when I say "all", I mean Knobby.

Knobby is my younger sister. Knobby cares very much about hair structure, single chin presentation, shoulder angle, and the reflective properties of skin. She had the final approval of the "hey look, we're sisters" picture.

We started in the dining room.