I'm not going to rewrite what my sister, Alicia (Nonny), has already so eloquently written, so I will provide for you her take on this horrible event:
"The events depicted here are true and have not been embellished in any way. While recovery has been slow, Alicia is slowly healing from the horrific experience you are about to read.
It was an ordinary Thursday, or so I thought, as I dressed myself for the day. Perhaps a nice, comfy pair of linen khakis, and the slight chill in the air seemed to call for a denim jacket. And oh, what a perfect day to wear that new shirt I just bought at Steve & Barry's, a bargain at $8.00. And so, I dressed... confidently, and out the door I went for a promising day of activity in a uniquely-me outfit.
As I unlocked my car door, I realized that Kiara's dance class was starting in 10 minutes. I checked my schedule and decided that if I only slightly exceeded the speed limit, I could make it to the studio before warm-up was over. And so, in my one-of-a-kind wardrobe selection, off I went to the studio.
Just a few short miles away, Adrienne was, apparently, going through the same routine. We pulled into the parking lot at, well, the exact same time. We opened our car doors at, well, the exact same time. And... we had dressed in, well, the exact same thing. I kid you not... the same khaki pants (okay, hers were capris, mine were full-length, but the SAME color, I kid you not), the same denim (okay, mine was cut long like a shirt, hers was a jacket), and the EXACT same, same SKU, same bar code, same price, same store, same size, same, same, same shirt. Yes, yes... this was the day my sister ruined my life.
We walked in to the studio, after debating whether or not one of us should go home, fully prepared for the embarrassment that lay ahead for us. And lay ahead, it did. Yes, we were Sadie Hawkins, in all her 8th grade glory. All we lacked was Jessie, in a matching shirt."