I’ve got a brother almost 3 full years younger and a brother 7 years younger than me. I left the house when I was 16, making them something like 13 and 9. Over the years our dynamic has changed, from me thinking I was crucial in their upbringing to me wondering if they even remember that for a time I lived in the same house. My older of the two brothers is visiting me for the week and he’s already taught me more than I could probably offer him.
He turned out fine, he’s a genius, he can find anything on the internet. He can get along with anyone and has some hilarious stories. He can also reach things from about 4 feet over my head for me. It’s great. I’m looking forward to the week and reacquainting our selves even more.
Cat Killfoil 
One of my favorite parts of adulthood is the new relationships I’ve developed with my older brothers. The best part is that they don’t hold me down and fart in my face anymore… I suppose their wives and kids have to put up with that now. 🙂
The best part about that comment is how well it relates to this entry. . . and your blog in general.
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Um, “appology” totully not excepted.
For those that missed it, they were referring to some retarded spam I had to pull down, three times, today. Spammers are dummies. And Trish does know how to spell, she was making fun of the mistakes. 🙂