Yippee! It's MLE: a post about the sister i love the most

I write a lot about my sister on this blog. I'm sure you haven't noticed so I was just trying to fill you in. She's just... so much fun and I love sharing our loving, sister-bonding stories.

And I want her hair, clothes, dimple, etc. No big deal, of course.

Sister Envy is what some call it. I call it Life Isn't Fair.

Anyways, back to sister. This isn't a post about how much I like her luscious hair and beauty dented cheek, this post is about how Ann Moore is a thief! A bad thief, I tell ya!

Being a recent graduate comes in handy for many reasons. One of which is the fact that while I live on my own, all grown-up like in Atlanta, I still kinda live at home (meaning my parents haven't converted my room to a guest bedroom or dog room yet...). No, my room has become something much better---a storage room. For me and my excess stuff, this works out great. My real room in Atlanta can look clean and clutter free when the truth is all my stuff with which I don't know what to do can still live packed away in my room at home. This also works out for my family as ALL things with which no one knows what to do go straight to my room.

Some of this stuff includes clothing. Lots of it. Clothes that I want, I promise, I just don't always want them with me all the time. Sometimes during our time apart, I forget about certain clothing items and how much I truly love them and can't live with them, obviously. Ta-Da! In steps Young Ann. Here to remind me what clothes I miss and need back in my clothes life. That child could find a needle in a haystack, if the needle was shaped like a frilly white blouse and the haystack was a room full of this and that and other things. How do I know this?

Because every time I see Ann she has on an article of my clothing. That I may or may not have forgotten I own. And I suddenly need that particular item of clothing very, very badly. Don't judge me, okay! She's stealing from me!

An Emily Seeing Ann Wearing Her Clothes Scenario goes much like this...

::Ann flaunts around room::

E: Nice shirt.

A: Thanks.

E: I want that back.

A: It's my shirt.

E: PSH.

::A continues to flaunt::

E: Give it back! I need it! Stop wearing my clothes!

A: You left it so now it is mine!

::more fighting::

::A hides said article of clothing::

::E finds said article of clothing::

::E wears article of clothing::

::All is right in the world once again::

Scenarios like this happened on a daily basis during our recent Disney trip. It was like my closet went to Disney and packed Ann along as an accessory. I mean, really! Shirts, sweatshirts, who knows what else!

Moral of this blog? Life is ~~hard~~ entertaining with a sister. Also, I must have cute clothes, right?! Wrong. Also, Ann has beautiful hair.

The End.