To see Lois and I walking down the street together, one might mistake us for sisters. We are both about 5 feet tall, brunette, and tend to be on the heavy side (me more so than her). That is where the similarites end. After spending time with us, one usually walks away shaking their head wondering what the common bond is that unites us. We often laugh about it ourselves. Our differences are superficial, I wouldn't be caught dead in clothes that don't match, she on the other hand has no concept that black and blue only look good together in a bruise. In addition to the superficial differences, our approach to life in general is exactly opposite. I'm the queen of organization, and she is a text book picture of chaos.