Summer and Holly go to Burger King

Last night while lying in bed in my pj's of Old Navy Sweatshirt and boxer shorts, I realized something. I was hungry. 

I wanted - a Whopper.

So I did what any not-so-single gal would do at 11PM on a Wednesday Evening.

I called my sister, "I'm in need of a Whopper. I'm coming to get you.  I'll be there in ten minutes.  Be ready."  Idle chit chat was not needed when one was craving an all-beef patty, flame-grilled and piled up with enough artery-clogging goodies to make even the hardiest Texan faint.  

Pulling up to my parents' two story Colonial-esque home I noticed something odd.  Behind the wheel of my father's 1971 Ranchero was a fuzzy-looking blob. My sister's hair is a bit poofy so I assumed she was just hanging out in dad's car - for some reason. 

On closer inspection, as I nudged my Denali closer to the front of the Crayola blue car-truck,I saw that it was not, in fact, my curly-headed sister but a teddy bear - wearing a tutu, helming the Ranchero.

I laughed so hard I about rearended my sister's Neon- and then - my sister as she rounded the front of my car.  

"Wherearewegoing?" she asked in one breath and then glanced at my bra-less outfit, "Obviouslyadrivethru."

"I must have a Whopper," I said, ignoring her comment about my chosen fashion for the evening. 

She agreed and we set off to the lovely Huntington Mall area only to find out - Burger King was closed. 

"Doyouwanttogototheotherone?" She asked, yawning and rubbing her head.  We both suffer from migraines and she was working on her third day and I my fifth. 

"Yup, I'm on a mission," I said and took off down Route 60 like a bat outta hell... seeking a burger.

It was closed.

"This is RIDICULOUS!" I yelled, "It's like we're stuck in that movie, 'Harold and Kumar go to White Castle!  I just want a cheeeeeeeseburger!"

"Thatwasafunnymovie..." Summer said and then asked "Is there another Burger King?"

"There is one," I said ominously.

Crossing my fingers (which is not easy to do while driving) we headed toward the campus of Marshall University.   We could see the lights from a block away - they were open!

We giggled and laughed as we placed our order and thoroughly entertained (or annoyed) the wait staff.  I pealed away from the window, clutching our stinky bag of greasy food and pulled over.

"Hey, let'sgoupthehill - I'llshowyouthathouseIwant," Summer said.  She's dying to move out of mom and dad's house - who wouldn't be?- and found a house for sale in a questionable neighborhood in Huntington.

"Turnhere!" she squealed as I struggled to turn the wheel, grasp my precious burger and follow her tiny, shoestring-like pointer finger. 

"Thereitis! Thethirdhouse!"  I peered down the darkened brick street and could see - nothing.  I turned down the hill and although I was a little worried about getting stuck, I continued my quest to see the house of my sister's dreams.

The tiny little white house with black shutters sat atop a tiny hill, flocked on either side with basically well-kept homes.  The steep steps had a lovely white pipe handrail and two pine trees on either side of the front door. 

"It's a crackhouse," I said.

"It'snot! It'scheapandtheneighborhoodisokayand - well - there'safullbasement-"

"For the Meth lab?" I interjected with a giggle, "And LEAD PAINT?!" 

She pouted.

"Nope, we're just gonna get you an Airsteam Trailer and stick it out front of Mom and Dad's house,"  I said as I tried to Wee-waw my way off the iddy-bitty street.

"I'mbuyingthehouse," she said stubbornly.

"Oh, really? Does the crack come with it for free?" I joked.

I really do hope she gets a house, one more year of living with the 'rents and someone's gonna end up as Lifetime Movie of the Week!