turning the tables on me.
I have a twin sister. Not many in town, at least those that I hang out with, even know that she's my sister, we're that different. Cool enough.
Now, while I'm not claiming celebrity status, I remember a time when everybody knew her name, and I was known as the shy one. When did it all change? When did she become the responsible sister, the one who prioritized and excised self-control? At what point did my daily habits change from a carefree nature to wanton behavior?
But there are not many similarities concerning our looks. She's got long, jet black hair that is cut in a boring bob. I've got short, spikey, highlights. I've been trying to convince her for months now to actually get the cut that she's wanted for so long. She wants something more managable, stylish and funky. I finally made a comment this morning after coming back from getting my tips done, and, for once, I've gotten her fired up enough to make an instant change. She booked an appointment to get her hair done. Today at 2.
And I'm left babysitting, again.