Several people have commented about the meme I did last week. I mentioned a game that my brother and I used to play after dinner at our house. It was called Fast Girl, Slow Boy. The Girl (that would be me) would walk really really fast and clear as many dishes as possible and The Boy (that would be my older brother) would walk really really slowly and clear as few dishes as possible. This game was invented by my brother (that would be The Slow Boy).
The sad part of the game is that I played it, not once, not twice, but many times. I was a trusting little thing.
Eventually I wised up and stopped playing the Fast Girl, Slow Boy game and developed my own methods of revenge. "Mo-o-o-o-m! Slow Boy is hitting me!" "Mo-o-o-o-m! Slow Boy is hurting me!" Snicker, smirk.
Slow Boy grew up and became a wonderful Older Brother and we have been great friends for our whole lives. But I just couldn't forget about that game and the way he tricked me into doing ALL the work!
But NOW! NOW! We're EVEN! Dealing with
cancels out all that bitterness! Hahaha!
Seriously, I couldn't have asked for or gotten a better sibling. Slow Boy had the good sense to marry Flower, my best high school friend, and he and The Professor are friends, and through all the joys and traumas of life he's been there for me, just like an older brother should be. But I still had to call him up and laugh.
NOTE: I did put in paragraph breaks, honest, I did. Blogger just won't accept them even when I've gone in to the html part and 'fixed' it.