My sister went to prom this weekend and looked absolutely gorgeous, as usual. And while this milestone may make some big sisters feel old, not me! No sir. When we hang out people think we’re the same age so I am clearly not aging. Clearly.
The weird thing is that when I was ELEVEN YEARS OLD and pushing her around in a stroller, old ladies would ask me if she was mine. Um.
The only conclusion to be drawn is that I stopped aging sometime in the mid-90s. Let’s just thank LBJ I’m not still wearing those shorts.
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