Whoops! I almost forgot today is my older, and only, brother’s birthday. Don’t worry, I have called him and wished him a happy birthday. I am a good little sister like that. I was even nice enough not to call him at 12:01 a.m. and sing. I use to do that when I actually saw 12:01 a.m. Now that is way past my bedtime.
On his special day, I thought I would share a little bit more about my pesky older brother. You saw earlier he recently got married. Well don’t let those pictures fool you. My brother is mean. Mean, mean, mean. Ok, maybe he has gotten a little better as he has gotten older, but I can still remember the last time it made me cry. And, I was an ADULT when this happened.
When we were younger, my parents thought my brother could be trusted to babysit me while they were at work. He is five years older than me, so he was capable of babysitting, he just wasn’t nice enough. It was rough. We broke remote controls, teeth, windows, toys… you name it. This was all because we fought. We fought constantly. My parents often ignored it. Sometimes my dad would encourage me to fight back, that usually just got my ass kicked more.
Oh, my brothers favorite form of torture, locking me in dark closets, clothes hampers and the garage. I thank my brother for my unhealthy fear of the dark.
He wasn’t all bad though. We are much closer now. And sometimes he did cool things like taking me and my friends to concerts and buy beer for us. One time I even got to stay with him for a week while he was in college. That was awesome! And, it was the first time I went to a bar and got drunk. (Bet you didn’t know about that one, mom!)
So here’s to you AB! Happy Birthday!
Man you were a cute kid! What happened?
P.S. Notice the adorable Boston Terrier in the picture! That was my parents’ dog. The love of Bostons runs deep in our family.
Happy Birthday Aaron! Oh and thanks again for helping make Megan the skiddish woman she is today =-)
I remember the time he took us to the movies and made us sit in front of him so he could kick our seats, put his feet on the back of the seat so we couldn’t lean back, and he made out with his girlfriend the whole time. Fun times. I think he was usually a little nicer to you when you had friends around; I’m glad he never tried to lock me in a closet! I do remember that he was mean though.
Well, I am learning more than I wanted to know! If I had discussed any of these childhood happenings openly in front of you, your friends, or our friends, I would have been the meanest person on earth! I can just hear your vocal protests now! Funny how getting older changes ones perspective. Right?
You were both pretty good kids. I’ll keep both of you!