"A skirt, or something! A nice blouse! Preferably with a collar! Maybe the one I bought from J. Crew last time! You can borrow it," she bellowed. "And turn down that music!"
"WHAT?!" I shrieked. "I'm not wearing a skirt and a blouse ! Especially not that blouse!"
"A nice sweater, at least, then!"
"JEANS and a T-SHIRT okay?" I hollered.
"NO!!! Winter Bruin, if you come down these stairs into the kitchen wearing jeans and a t-shirt I will personally detain your driver's license!"
"Yeesh," I muttered to myself, "No need to get all pissy. Just having a nice, straight forward shouting match." I smirked. "Alright," I yelled back. "Fine. Jeans and a blouse it is!"
"NO JEANS!" she screamed.
"MY NICEST JEANS! They're not even ripped at the pant cuff!" Man this was fun. I chuckled to myself a
