"I'm rubber and you're glue..."

I don't think I've shared this tale with ya'all yet - but let me paint a picture of a shopping event that clearly defines "sibling rivalry" at its finest.

Summer and I were shopping a few days before Christmas at the lovely Huntington Mall. Since I have a coupon for Regis Salon, we pop in there to look at O.P.I. nailpolish - I really want this crazy red color called "I'm not really a waitress."

"Thatcouponprobablywon'tworkonthat!" Summer squealed at me in one breath.

"I'm sure it will.  I'm not worried," I respond and fondly finger a blue vial of lacquer. 

I spy the much sought out "waitress" color, grab the blue polish and some half off purple O.P.I. as well and head to the counter.

"Sorry, this coupon is for salon services only," the woman is very apologetic. 

"See?Itoldyouitwouldn'twork. Stupid," my sister says. 

"I'm not stupid," I sneer, "I'm 'selectively smart' - big difference."

Summer shrugs and starts digging through my purse, "Needlipgloss" she mutters like some non-glossy beast.

"Selectively smart, huh? I'm so stealing that!" the cashier said with a big grin on her face as she handed me the pen to sign the credit card receipt. 

"Ilovethiscoloronme! Thanks.  I'mstealingit!" Summer cried from the mirror, clutching my lipgloss in her grubby, shoestring-fingered hand.

I looked at her, rolled my eyes at the nice lady and grabbed Summer's drink.  "I'm SELECTIVELY SMART" I wrote in large blue ink on the side of the styrofoam cup.

The lady burst out laughing and said "I always wanted a sister - now I'm not so sure!"

An hour later, while perusing the discount section of "Hot Topic" I found a cute headband covered in mini skulls.  My sister, however, found the note on her cup.

"Hey! When'dyoudothat?!" she asked as she sniffed a bottle of "Princess Bride" perfume. 

"About an hour ago..."

"Ididn'tseeyou!"

"I know - cuz you're selectively smart." 

Sibling Rivalry, more fun than most board games and twice as deadly.

 

Wave "hi" to the camera, sis!