I took the metro (though not that one, obviously) into DC tonight to have dinner with my youngest sister (pictured) and my cousin.

In case you were concerned, this is not what we wore to dinner. These are pajamas. We do, in fact, know better than that. I’m staying over, so now it’s—in the immortal words of Sandra Boynton—Pajama Time!!!

I have to get Adelaide on video reading that book. It’s ridiculous. In a good way.

After dinner, we sat in the kitchen to talk and ate this entire container of rocky road. We don’t feel bad about it.

We’re now watching Bob’s Burgers and hanging out with the cats.

I’m not sure what the point of this post is except that I like hanging out with my sister.