No one else

So very thankful for my sweet, sweet sister. She knows me all too well.

I was having a rough day, feeling grumpy, acting mean (to her), you get the picture. In she walks 
with a brown bag after her work out and says, "Someone's grumpy today, you know what I got?" 
It only takes a second for me to gasp eyes wide open and say, "Capriotti's?!" 

What a brat, I am. 

A couple days ago we were talking about their Thanksgiving sandwich and how long it's been since 
we had some. Of course she stops by on her way and brings me one, despite my unpleasant attitude, 
knowing it will cheer me up. Oh how awful I feel and am. But that's why we're sisters. We 
understand each other so much it often appears unbalanced and does not have to make sense.