The Fifth Floor

Look who has joined all her older, wiser, worldlier and older siblings on the Fifth Floor today . . .

. . . this kid!

Happy Birthday, Jacquie!

It's Nomemmer Nineteen . . . 

Let's celebrate!

I don't know about you people, but my five fellow Fifth Floorians and I cannot get enough of these old photos of ourselves . . .

Because we were off-the-charts-cute . . .

. . . had some serious fashion sense . . .

. . . and exuded nothing but joy and light and love. Especially that baby sister in the front right. Although Jane, in the smashing yellow shirt, is pretty light-full too. Julie? Not so much.

Ah the goober -- er, teenage -- years. The decade of teenagers. But look how happy Dad is with his girls.

Speaking of Dad . . . 

. . . how happy would *he* be to celebrate you today, Schnookums . . .

. . . just as happy and proud as 50 years ago . . . (but maybe not smoking a butt).

We've lived a lot together, my baby sister and me. Driving around the country for three months ("it's from the triiiiip"), singing and singing and singing, talking and reading and drinking and playing ("Uncle Bill put down your booze and get in the pool!"), all the accumulated months of invading -- er, visiting -- San Diego with Mistah and Westy ("Schleckah, do da flo'!"). So much love and life and living. So much love for this spectacular girl of ours.

 She gave us these goobers . . .

. . . and for that we are eternally grateful . . .

 . . . because I mean . . .

Jacquie is the captain and the mascot of our family . . .

. . . which just illustrates her strength and flexibility.

She is sharp as a tack . . . 

. . . and cute as a button . . .

. . . and still has that killer fashion sense.

She is our Bright and Shining Star of a baby sister, and we adore her to the very depths of our soul.

Hey Jacquie, how do you feel about turning 50?

 Welcome to the Fifth Floor, dude.