"Why do we have to gooo ouuutt"


"Stop whining"


I hadn't been able to make her change out of her monstrous sweatpants ("Honestly, who cares?? It's not like we are going to my engagment party!") but she wore at least clean top. Another t-shirt, sure. This one didn't look like someone had confused it for a hot dog.


Checking myself in the car mirror, I made sure everything was in order. No hair out of line, check. Lipstick on, check. Then I went on to check so that all the mirrors were perfectly angled. I didn't need to look at my sister to know that she was rolling her eyes.