Whenever two women live in the same house, it's bound to happen sometime.
If the two women have similar taste, it's bound to happen a lot.
Even if one is a middle-aged, curvy mom, and one is a thin, teenager.
Yesterday, Bekah and I went up to our rooms to get dressed for the day.We really were just hanging out, the only plans were a jaunt to the library, and piddling around at home. It's the "piddling around at home" part that has me make-up and hairstyle less. This is REAL housewives, my friends.
I came down first, looking like this:
Bekah came down second looking like this:
We just looked at each other and laughed. And, because we were just piddling around at home, neither one of us changed. Or put on makeup. Or did our hair. We just piddled. Ok, that sounds bad.