I always wanted a brother growing up, even though all of my friends who had brothers said I was crazy! Now I have two, a little later in life (meaning I always wanted an older brother so I could date his friends-so much easier, or so I've dreamed) and they are definitely BOYS: basketball, skateboards, broken arms because of dares, "Why did the chicken cross the road?" jokes that make you feel like a total moron, and anything else they can think of to make me goes positively mad (and trust me they've gotten some great reactions from me).
So word on the street is my 12 year old brother, who wakes me and my ornery sister up every Christmas morning by doing a flying burrito on top of us (which always results in someone saying a word you shouldn't say on Christmas) and screaming at the top of his lungs ”GET UP!" Has a new plan this year...an AIR HORN! REALLY! THAT IS THE BIG PLAN?! Hmmm, which only means one of my parents bought him that horn!Well they've got another thing coming, because Lindsay and I will be slipping the air horn out of his top drawer, just about the time Santa is slipping presents under the tree, oh say around 2:30 a.m. after we finish our Christmas movie, both brothers and my parents are in for the air horn of their lives to the tune of Jingle Bells!
Ah, I love Christmas, so much time to spend with the family and such great memories!
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