A Matched Set

One of the things I like best about my job is that I get to work with family.  My brother is my boss, my sister is my co-worker and, pretty soon, my dad will be poking his head into stuff again.  It's a lot of fun {don't tell my brother that}, and I feel pretty lucky to have this set-up.

One of the things I don't like about my job is the number of times my sister and I come to work dressed alike.  Seriously.  It used to happen about once a week, but since we've become aware of it, the number of occurrences has significantly decreased.  I'm not kidding - we mentally note what the other is wearing each day, so that we don't show up matching.

Which is why it is even funnier that it still happens.  Did she not know that I was going to wear my navy blue pants and white shirt?  We might have to work on {un}coordinating.

Don't worry.  I'll keep documenting as it continues to happen.  I'm sure it will.

P.S. One day last week I came dressed the same as my brother.  But that's not even the best part of the story.  The best part is that he kept arguing that my shirt wasn't purple enough for us to be dressed alike.  Ha!