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 especially when the big kid gets to go do big-kid stuff. I get it.
Except Jeff ruined jealousy … Continue Reading “My brother is the original pant pooping hipster.”
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 wonky when I was a kid.
My mom told me not to make fun of my brother for pooping his … Continue Reading “My brother and I never didn’t bicker.”
“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 care that stuff’s on backward. Anyone who’s spent 25 minutes with my family knows that.
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 Facebook posts come with this profile shot?
(Oh, look! It’s Jeff and his gigantic face.)
With no explanation … Continue Reading “Jeff’s Gigantic Face”