My sister is younger than I am.
She completed her university degree in a reasonable amount of time.
She has a good job, minutes from home (big plus since she lives in a city where rush hour is an all day event).
She did not marry a gay man and she has managed to avoid divorce.
She has been flipping real estate since she was in her mid twenties and now, she and her family reside in this fabulous, professionally decorated home on the side of a mountain in a posh British Columbia suburb called Anmore.
She is quite firmly a Type A personality.
She has two adorable children.
Her eldest will either be a rich and famous Hollywood actor, a rich and famous Broadway star or a rich and famous rocket scientist. Prodigal is inadequate in describing this child.
His brother will be a rich and famous sports star. He doesn't play organized sports yet because he's 2 but the child is massive with nary a lick of our family's fat genes. He has to play sports. Or become a bouncer.
In short, life is good for my sister and there aren't a lot of wrinkles in her Home and Garden existence.
Of course, being in the mountains, you sometimes get a few unwelcomed visitors in your back yard. I will admit that looking at the photos below made the hair raise on the back of my neck. Two little boys could be mistaken for an appetizer.
Of course, my mum was her rational, logical self when she saw the pictures.
"You'll have to move." 
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