Sorry if you hate feet.
My sister and I came in from a nice dinner out over the summer, and plopped on the couch. My husband came home later and looked at us weird.
“What?” I asked.
“What are ya’ll doin?”he said. (did you read that in a southern accent? You should. He’s a southern boy)
“Nothing. What do you mean?”
“Your feet. Look at them.”
We both looked down, and then turned to each other in shock. We were doing the exact same thing with our toes without even knowing it.
A while back, someone said, when meeting my sister for the first time, “Oh my gaaaawd, ya’ll are twinkies!”
We enjoyed a hearty laugh and have been referring to each other as twinkies ever since.
Not twins, twinkies.