Shay went to a wedding for an in-law and, apparently, my sweet sis had a few too many glasses of wine!
She opened a text to me, by asking if I got the photos she sent. I said yes and that the bride and everyone looked lovely. She then asked if I like her dress as she feels like a tween in it. (WTH is a tween?)
I explained that it’s probably just shorter than her usual selections, but that she looks fucking adorable.
I really should have realized she was tipsy from the conversation. Shay never usually worries about her dress not being cute on her, she’s got the feminine dress-up and hair thing, whilst my feminine saunters its way more into my comforter and decor pattern selections at home.
Anyway, I suggested we chat more but she seemed to suddenly get tired and explained that she was kinda not able to continue, or in her words:
“I had a lot to drink!”
The timing and tone of which has me imagining my sister blurry-eyed, wasting sideways in a chair, and feeling slightly fuzzy trying to type words into her glowing text monster thingy.
I fucking love that bitch!