4 posts tagged “brother”
Me: "How's the dog doing? Has Dad run over him in the driveway anymore?"
Brother: "He's doing fine. He's really lazy, he just lays around all day."
Me: "Dad, or the dog?"
Last weekend my brother came over to visit me, sometime around, oh I don't know 2am. You know, my favorite time to have people over for tea and sandwiches. He was just tired and just drunk enough to be repeating himself and saying things like "We should totally have lunch sometime. I LOVE YOU MAN! What kind of snacks do you got?" And the he passed out on my couch. Thank goodness.
The next morning, we start talking about the night before and he tells me that sometime during his evening of reading books and playing with puppies our sister text messaged him with the following: CAKJ MD KATDR. After much deciphering we deduce that this was supposed to say: CALL ME LATER. Ahh, the code of DRUNK! Now, mind you she sent this to my brother in the middle of the night, when was a little intoxicated and he spent about half a second reading it and then responds to her with this little gem: Stop smoking weed, you make no sense. For some reason this exchange seemed to me to really epitomize the relationship my siblings and I share with each other.
I expressed this to Dave and he said "Well of course. Usually what happens is that one of you calls the next one up the chain (often while drunk) and they tell that person, 'shut up! and get a job!' and then you know, the cycle repeats itself. I just feel bad for your youngest brother. He's the youngest, so he's never going to get to say that." Oh yeah. SO SAD FOR HIM, he gets to sleep the whole night without drunk dials or siblings passed out on his couch. Though, I have to secretly admit - it was kind of fun teasing him while he was hungover the next morning. Especially the part where I told him to move out and get an apartment now that he has a job. Ahh, the sibling love cycle.
One night this weekend I stayed up until 2am watching Cinderella. Feeling completely exhausted the next morning, since I'm old and can no longer stay up much past 11pm I realized that there was something very wrong with that. In retrospect, you would think that anyone watching Cinderella wouldn't be up past 8pm, and anyone staying up until 2am would be watching porn.
In other Cinderella news, did you know that movie came out in 1950? Me neither. Also - my favorite part is of course, the "Bibbity Boppity Boo" scene, but not just because its the best scene ever but also because it reminds me of my brother. Lee and I used to have these pink and blue glass wands wands filled with water that had glitter and stars floating in them. We would fast forward to that scene and dance and sing along with our wands, and when it was over we would rewind and do it again. For hours. In our feety pajamas.
My little brother was complaining that I haven't told and poop stories about him on my blog yet. I'm not going to talk about poop, other than mentioning my brother because he IS a poop, but I am going to tell a story about him.
My little brother is my best friend. And he's the best friend anyone could ever have. He's loyal to a fault, he'd bend over backwards to do anything for you, and as soon as you are in his good graces its hard to fall out of them. Of course, once you are no longer in his good graces you are as good as dead to him and its a pretty scary place to be. I like to think I'm as good of a friend as he is, but I don't think I could ever really compare.
Today I was talking to him on the phone while I was on my way home and inevitably some asshole jumped in front of me in my lane without a turn signal. I immediately shouted "MOTHER FUCKER!" at him, as I usually do, nevermind the fact that I'm mid-sentence to my brother about butterflies and kittens. Lee immediately said "You're driving, aren't you?" He then proceeded to tell me about how I crack him up whenever I drive, because I have such terrible road rage. He said "It's hysterical, because you're such a rational, nice, friendly person..." *pause right there. At this point in his sentence I'm feeling pretty good about myself. Brothers never pay sisters compliments and he called me rational, nice and friendly. He almost said sweet - I COULD TELL. resume* "...and then you get behind the wheel of a car and you have the WORST road rage. You get so mad at them, but you don't actually want them to hear you, because that would hurt their feelings." This is so true. I even confirmed it by confessing that when I flick someone off, I do it below the window behind the door frame so they can't see me. Lee said "I know. I know you." Thats probably the nicest thing anyone could ever have said to me. But then he continued, "Getting into your car, is like being transported to some alternate universe where the evil, angry you comes out - but in that 'I don't want to make you feel bad' kind of way."
It's so nice to be understood.
