I have a 15 year old sister that I love to death. She reminds me a lot of myself at that age, well sort of. She reminds me of what I wished I was at that age. She's my reading buddy, and the one who got me hooked on Twilight. I talk to her on the phone for at least a few minutes every week, and she can always put a smile on my face. She called me the other day to tell me a funny story.
"Me and Erica (my fifteen year old cousin) just bought sweaters at Ann Taylor."
That was it. That was her story.
I asked her why that was so funny, and she laughed and said, "That's a store for mom and grandma."
Uh oh. My wardrobe is probaby 50% Ann Taylor Loft.
Well at least I'm a stylish grandma.