She turns the thermostat to “off” all the time ’cause she likes to live like a polar bear.  I wait ’til she’s asleep and then turn it back to “heat.”

She tries on no less than 10 outfits before deciding on jeans and a sweatshirt from the bottom of the pile.  I tried to copy her one day and was mistaken for a homeless person.

She stays up ’til 5 a.m. repeatedly singing Total Eclipse of the Heart.  I’m in bed by 11 p.m.

She’s the only person I’ve ever met who looks stunning in a baseball cap.  I know better than to even try.

She stumbles to the coffee maker every morning and looks chic with her travel mug.  I pour Sunny Delight in mine, ’cause I want to be like her.

She hates to be alone so she combined two beds so she could have slumber parties with her friends all the time.  I have been known to kick people in my bed in the night and claim that I did it in my sleep.

She wears hair clips that she got in 5th grade.  I wear her hair clips, too… she just didn’t know it until now.

She loves a perfectly clean house.  I do too, but just in theory.

She wants her wedding reception to be catered by McDonald’s.  I want her to be the first bridesmaid to walk down the aisle at mine.

She drives an SUV and keeps it pristine.  I drive a two-door compact car and carry everything I own in it.

She reads my blog each morning and asks me when I’m going to start writing a book.  I want to read a book written about her life story.

She notices when I’m quiet and slips into my room to see if I’m okay.  I notice when she’s gone too late and text to see when she’s coming home.

She dates the most charismatic guy I’ve ever met.  I borrowed him to assemble my new jewelry case.

She says she wishes she had known God when she was young, like I did.  I am just glad He’s no respecter of persons, ’cause if He was, I’m certain He’d like her better than me.

She made me answer the phone when That Boy finally called me.  I repeated aloud everything she mouthed to me as I accepted his offer for a date.

She wears leg warmers, layers her shirts and owns the best flat iron around.  And thanks to being tutored by her, I do all three now, too.

She’s my roommate and I wouldn’t trade her for anybody.

Well, at least until I meet The One.  And then I’m kicking her butt to the curb.