[Not us. But don't you love the kicky hairstyle?]
We left early Friday for the event that required this and this. I am happy to say that I survived the experience. The official pictures aren't back yet so I may still show up sporting an expression worthy of Jim Carey but I think I did all right. My sister, the hostess for this event, who everyone says looks remarkably like me* tends to put herself in the center of the photograph (yeah, yeah, it's her event, I know) and me at a far end. If you know something about photography you know that even though we are roughly similar in stature, she winds up looking like Angelina Jolie, only thinner, and I wind up looking like William "The Refrigerator" Perry.
Well, at least I was able to improve my arm tone from the previous consistency of yogurt-with-the-fruit-on-the-bottom to the much preferable consistency of butter. Not really, really cold butter, but, you know, that just tears the bread.
Bad parts of looking very much like someone else:
- People insist on telling you that you look exactly like that other person. Repeatedly. Um, yeah, got the memo. Move on!
- People expect you to act like that other person and are disappointed when you don't. My sister and I have extremely different personalities. Again, move on!
- People want to see you next to your "twin" even if it means dragging you away from an interesting conversation. Um, not strictly here for your amusement, people. Move on!
* Actually, at her events, they say I look remarkably like her, but I prefer it my way. We are not twins. She is three years older. (+1 for me. ) She is also 3 inches taller. (+1 for her.)