Could she be my daughter?
This is Rachel. Rachel is 13 years younger than me. One time in the grocery store we were together and the check out girl asked if she was my older sister. I laughed so hard I think the guy in the deli heard me. I of course, said, "Yes, she is my much older sister." Now Rachel will swear up and down that she was "slow." I disagree. I think she was as sharp as a tack.
So today she's here with me cause we're going to see Kid tonight (have I mentioned that before?) So first we go to the gym, work out. Yes admittedly I have on no make up and I'm sweaty, but so is she and she's got some sort of Alfalfa sprout cut into the top of her pretty head. She's looked better. Next we go to get our nails done. She's across the room from me and starts giggling. Her nail woman has asked if we were SISTERS, she answers, "Yes, that's my much much older sister." Then she starts looking at me and laughing. I asked her what, she told me the woman asked if I was her older sister. Which is not what happened. I scowled at her. Then I made an undercover somewhat rude gesture and laughed. Now my nail girl hadn't even looked at her, she had her back to her. (Rachel's yelling, "Yes she did." but it's my blog, and I'm saying she didn't). My girl asks me, "Do you know her?" I reply, "Oh yes, I know her way to well." WITHOUT LOOKING UP she says, "Is she your daughter?" Um, no tip for you. Sorry. Piss off.