Not Because He Wears an Eyepatch
This weekend is my bridal shower and I'm SO EXCITED to see all my favorite women in my life all at once. How amazing is that? Amazing. My sister, along with my bridesmaids, has put a tremendous amount of work into the shower. She did a great job working with everyone and simultaneously helping me with the wedding planning! It also has become apparent over the last few weeks we've spent together that we are, indeed, related. You see, my sister and I are so very different that sometimes it was hard to tell. Not that I didn't always love her, but sometimes I thought she was adopted. But then we have a conversation like this, and I know for sure - we are sisters:
Her: "So, I went up to Pirate and said - make me a milkshake, and.."
Me: "Wait. Pirate?"
Her: "Yeah. I call him that because he looks like a pirate."
Me: "What do you MEAN he looks like a pirate? Does he like wear an eyepatch or something? Bring a parakeet to work? Have a wooden leg?"
Her: "Nooooo silly. He looks like the Pirate from "Dodgeball", so I call him Pirate."
Me: "To his face?"
Her: "Uh, yeah! So anyway, I went up to him and said 'Pirate, make me a milkshake' and...."
