My Sister the Sip Snatcher

I love going about my usual activities, when something will trigger a memory embraced in a moment.   Delightfully, today reminded me of how much I love my lunatic sister. (I only have one, so I will safeguard her identification!).  The memory trigger?  McDonald's.   Normally I crave a blizzard, medium sized, with oreo's.  Today, I wanted something similar, because my stomach and intestines insisted on matching the freezing temperature outside.  For some reason, anything ice cream related tastes best on the cruelest of days.  McDonald's must have updated their poster, because all of a sudden, the strawberry shake out-shined the rest.  It even had a cherry on top, which I don't understand, it seems it should be a strawberry....but I digress.  "Do you want medium or large?"  By reflex I almost stated , "Large", but then I remembered, my sister is in Utah, thus my temporary investment in this succulent treat was protected.  I no longer had to safeguard the amount for my portion.  "I would like a medium".

Yes, what would life be like without sisters to keep us on our toes and stay in our hearts?  I remember the warm autumn day.   I had stopped by my sisters house, to pick something up.    She eyed the shake in hand, and asked if she could have "Just a sip".  With a granted nod, I asked her to hold my precious treat while my occupied arms carried some elusive items to the car.    I reasoned she was the best guardian, as placing anything on the counter top or table indicated given ownership to the whiskered creature.   Little did I consider that the later was the better option.  Upon returning to retrieve my strawberry shake, the sip snatcher looked at me with guilty eyes, "I am so sorry...it just tasted so good, I just kept taking a few sips, until....well...here."   In sip measurement, I had maybe three left.  "I will buy you another one..."  Her guilty eyes were so earnest.   Instead of being upset, I chuckled.  Ah, who can really explain sister-hood unless you live it?