FOR INSTANCE, yesterday, I was chatting with my sister, and she just all of a sudden jumped up and started to leave the room without any notice, and I was all -- in complete seriousness --
I was so proud of myself, I can't even tell you! But then she stopped and looked at me and was all
Suffice it to say that it wasn't the Chad, but just a straightener she'd left on upstairs. And suffice it to say I've now made a list of everything from a decade ago that she needs to relive.
Anyways, THEN, this morning, I'm riding awkwardly in the backseat of her boyfriend's car while he's driving the both of us to a mutual friend's birthday party -- I know! Who has a party on a Sunday morning? -- and anyways, this Aston Martin pulls up next to us and then zooms away down the highway. So, naturally, even though he's driving and she's navigating, I'm just like
And he proceeds to shout out the exact model and everything, and then gush about the engine and I can't even remember what else. And my sister just turns to him all
and proceeds to tell him how ridiculous she thinks it is that he knows all of that 'pointless information'.
And me, being as super awesome as I am, interrupted with:
which earned me a
I was so proud, Mibbs! SO. PROUD. But, of course, my sister missed all of my epic-ness. And I just...
As her older sister, I believe I've failed her.