Shopping with my sister is a blast.
She
pulls a bright patterned mini dress off the rack.
I choose a
conservative black sheath.
She tries on the polka dot belt and the
rhinestones sunglasses.
I pick up another pair of ballet flats. No
bedazzling in sight.
We laugh because it is easy to shop for each other.
We just buy the opposite of what we like:)
At the register, the cashier remarks, "You must be sisters."
Both
tall brunettes with blue eyes, we talk and laugh in sinc with each
other.
We are so much alike, who wouldn't know we are sisters?
