at the wedding on saturday the sister club informed me that they had been talking about types.

“my type is the raging, punk boy,” sister #2 said, “tracy’s type is the preppie, clean cut type. the way tony is today.” she said referring to sister #3 and her husband 9 3/4.
“you mean the mulletboy he was isn’t her type?” i asked.
“hey,” 9 3/4 said taking offense, “she fell in love with that mullet.”
“so what’s my type?” i asked.
“super smart, well-read, creative,” sister #3 started.
“witty, but willing to challenge you,” sister #2 said, “you need someone who will challenge your ideas.”

sometimes it terrifies me how well they know me.