How could two people say “lets dress up like cougars for Terry’s old fogy party” and then come in almost the exact same outfit? Perhaps we were born for this. Perhaps being a cougar, or at least looking like one is our calling. I mean…who else does bangs like mine? I especially like how we both look in our stretch pants. I felt like such a hag in that outfit.
But I’m glad for a sister, who’s crazy enough to look like a total weirdo…just for the fun of it. And I’m glad we’re so much alike 🙂
All that was missing that night was some tassled leather jackets and a few banana clips….oh ya…and some young men to hit on.