before we go out together, bestie jen and i have to call and coordinate outfits. if we don't, we end up wearing the same exact thing. it's happened at least 38 times before.
not hard to do - considering we shop together, buy the same things, and are practically the same person
{except she likes the tall, skinny computer nerd type. and dogs. she likes dogs.}
the rule goes - if you're the driver, the other person has to change.
as in: if she comes to pick me up, and i see her coming around the corner in the same orange cardigan, i go back inside and change into a blue cardigan.
we both have those long, skinny windows that run along side our front doors. so when we approach each other's door, we always sneak a peek of what each other is wearing... secretly crossing our fingers behind our backs that there's no last minute wardrobe change.
but last night.... 10 o'clock.... i showed up at her door for a late night sugar cookie drop off.
i fell down with laughter when we peeked through the window and saw this:
we even wear the same pajamas.
i have my choice of 2156786413 race for the cure tees.... and last night, i chose the 2010 version.
just like jen.
matchy matchy with our tees, glasses, bangs, and our hair in a knot.
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