A lady who was driving a red car pulled up next to me while I was walking on the sidewalk this morning. She also rolled down her window. She told me she loves my boots! Right then and there, I wanted to get into her car with her, but then I remembered what my brother told me. “Stop taking rides from strangers!!!” And, so, I didn’t invite myself into the lady-with-obvious-fabulous-taste’s car.

But, you know, my bro’s kind of a liar. 2 weekends ago, I made myself a delicious beverage and made sure to notify him about it.

          Me: I just made a homemade Dunkaccino! I added Swiss Miss to my coffee.
          MMMM!!!
          Bro: That’s ghetto.

Last weekend, he and I were hanging out with his friends and he relayed this story. His version was a little different.

          Bro: My sister was like, ‘Yo, check this out – I just made this awesome drink. You
          mix hot chocolate with coffee!’ And I was like, ‘That’s called a mocha.’

Well, I know how to show off too – I’m gonna start hoppin’ into strangers’ cars. Who’s the badass now??

I drink and make homemade ghetto hot beverages. I think that makes ME the badass sibling.