Needing one of both

Last night when Bud informed me he would have to be gone, oh pretty much for the next three weeks straight, my reaction was not nearly as mature as my (older) sister Summer's would've been. Georgia is still a stronghold - I can always count on her to murmur in an understanding way when I explain, "so I just threw the damn thing out the window, it seemed like a smart reaction at first, but now I'm feeling a little sheepish." She can always one-up me with a, "don't feel bad, I didn't just throw it out the window, I lit it on fire first!" And thus the beauty of having not just an older or younger sister, but one of both. One I check myself against, "what would Summer do in this situation? Probably the most logical and perfect thing a person could do and so...I will do the exact opposite and then call Georgia for validation."