Friday, June 11, 2010

My Big Brother

My brother just turned 40!

When we were kids we fought like crazy... oh man- our poor parents. We fought alot in the car (and everywhere else too, but this is a car story). The backseat was "divided" in half, with an invisible line down the middle.  I would be innocently minding my business and my brother would poke me, or pinch me, or steal my beloved teddy bear and hang it out the window, or wave his hand back and forth over The Line and I would scream, "Moooooommmmmm! He's on my side!", or WORSE, he would LOOK at me!  Oh!  the horror of it!  On and on it would go... for who knows how long.  Hours probably.  Eventually mom's arm would come flying into the back seat, wacking blindly.  We'd smoosh ourselves up to the sides of the car to avoid her flailing arm.  There was nothing like getting into trouble to turn us back into the best of friends.  And then we'd be all like, "what? us? we weren't doing anything- we were just playing a game.  geesh."

My brother is awesome and super cool, and I wouldn't trade him for the world.  Love you Matt!

1 comment:

  1. LOL

    Did you do the hum thing? We did... that high-pitched sound you can make without moving your lips, which drills into your sibling's brain without ACTUALLY provoking the Wrath of Mom.