Wednesday, April 24, 2019

I'd like to point out that while I am 100% responsible for what Mila wears, I haven't had a say in what Alexis calls "clothing" in years. That was probably obvious based on the high-waisted jeans and leggings that she prefers because both of those things are AWFUL. I can't actually decide which one I like less because they're both not my idea of proper attire.

Mom jeans were meant to die in the 90s. Why they're back is beyond me. And leggings. LEGGINGS. They aren't pants!

Alexis disagrees. She's allowed and stuff.

So, I buy Mila's clothes. Alexis does whatever she wants. AND YET. There is, on any given day, a 50% chance that at least two of us match. Mila has a magical ability to color coordinate with people completely unintentionally. I know it's unintentional because she does it without seeing what the other person is wearing. I mean, she did this over the weekend.


I don't know how both girls ended up wearing yellow and navy, but even wilder is that I WAS WEARING IT TOO.  I forgot to jump in a photo with them so you'll have to take my word for it, but navy shirt and yellow cardigan and I totally matched them perfectly.

It's weird.

And a little creepy.

And we do it at least twice a week every single week.

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