Sisters are weird...

While emailing with SJ about her squirrel versus car versus cement pillar accident (if you are one of our bosses, you should know that we spend very little time doing this!), we found ourselves on the topic of sisters and childhood nicknames. I know, it's a strange leap from the accident to our sisters and we're not sure how we got there either...
But the topic was raised and we both had some contributions. I used to hate when my sister mocked my middle name by calling me "Anna-Banana." We also used to call each other "Sa-sa," which came about when one or the other of us was unable to pronounce "sister." (As a kid, pancakes were called "beep-bees" in my family-- Sa-sa probably doesn't seem so strange next to that!) We also used to feminize my brother's name and call him our sister-- and we sometimes still do it to annoy him.
At varying times, I was known as "Mother" (for my apparent overprotectiveness of my high school friends) and "R.F." (short for right fullback, my position on the soccer team). Nothing as creative as what SJ brought to the table!
According to SJ, "My sister used to call me a variety of things, and one of them was "sara-licious." It sounds somewhat odd now, and I don't know why she called me that. She also used to call me 'Monkey.' And I also had the nicknames 'Pilgrim' and 'Poundcake' at varying points in my childhood. So, I think now, I'd like to go by "Monkey Poundpilgrim." It can be my native American moniker."
OK, so our sisters aren't the only weird ones...