A couple of days ago, my sister, Dawn, imed me and asked me to help her find a black dress.

After I was revived by smelling salts, I was able to ask WHY she needed a . . . dress. To be fair (to me), my sister’s idea of dressing up is a clean pair of jeans and a nice sweater. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. However, I can safely say that she probably hasn’t worn a dress since her wedding. I picked that one out too.

After we chatted and I found out the details, I remembered that I had a black dress that I bought for Michael’s Mother’s 70th Birthday Party. I offered to send it to her overnight, so that if it didn’t work out, we’d still have time to order another. I also did some online browsing and picked out 4 others. ‘Cause I am a Gonzales and I need back-up. I also helped her find a pair of shoes (for some reason, she isn’t into the 4+ inch heels I love. Weird).

Last night, I was going through my receipts and was throwing away the UPS receipt for the overnight delivery. I had a thought. I texted Dawn:

“Hey. I was putting the UPS receipt away and thought ‘it’s almost like we’re real sisters! You know, borrowing clothes and shit’”

Finally.