This is Ginger. We can barely go a day without rattling each other. Not to mention, we’re totally different. I need order and stability. I do the same things every day. I have a calendar on my fridge that maps out laundry days and bath nights. But Ginger, Christ, she’s the opposite of routine. She is unpredictable. She’s sarcastic and feisty, and she drives me fucking crazy.
