R is such a better dresser than I am – in a southern gentleman-esque type of way. He’s always so coordinated and put together and I’m always so wrinkly.
“Why is that?” my dad asked.
“They don’t make a lot of wrinkle-free clothes for women,” I said. “I think society wants to make sure we don’t forget how to iron.”
I also have a lot of holes in the toes of my tights.