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My brother is the original pant pooping hipster.
I told my friends and family this week that I’d be super cool about the whole hanging-out-at-Crappy-Pictures / byline-in-Huffington-Post-Parents thing as soon as I finished pooping my pants. Then my brother was jealous of me. You know what? It’s OK, friends. It’s natural. I’m his older sister, and it’s hard being a baby brother sometimes…
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My brother and I never didn’t bicker.
Today is my little brother’s birthday. Jeff is 35. Woohoo! Here’s what I need for you to know about Jeff: Jeff pooped his pants a lot when he was younger. Like, Jeff pooped his pants ’til he was 17. Or maybe just ’til he was 6. It’s hard to say for sure; time was all…
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Backward is the New Forward: Thoughts on Poo
“Uuhhh, Jeff?” I asked my brother pointedly, “Do you know that your kid’s got his pajamas on backward?” I dunno; it didn’t seem like a completely stupid question at the time even though my kids wear crap backward all the time. Like hats. And pants. And pajamas. And attitudes. And actual crap. And it’s not that I…
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Jeff’s Gigantic Face
Just for fun, because it’s Tuesday morning (and Tuesday morning should be fun), this is my brother’s Facebook banner and profile picture: Although I didn’t ask permission before sharing it with you which was unspeakably rude of me, I DID block out his last name which makes it all OK. Honestly, though, when all of your…