true..
I worry about that every time they get in their car and leave..
every time i lay down and close my eyes..
every time one of us gets sick and the other can't stay {hospital policy, blah blah}
And, yes, you're right..
Some of my funniest memory of my brother was a bad sibling moment..
I'll elaborate for the sake of boredom right now...
in toa alta {puerto rico} we lived in a rather nice neighborhood..
i'm not sure why i yelled at him, i think he was ignoring a request..
his friend was snickering alot, and it irked, so i told him to get rid of the funnyman, or i would..
after he grudgingly did, we started yelling at each other..one getting louder than the other each time, peppered with Spanglish insults..
His mistake was throwing a scrub brush at me, and missing by inches..
so yes, I smirked and he smirked , I had to say it "motherfucker u better stop smiling and run.."
so yes, he did.. to the garage, we wound up running around the car, screaming insults, for some dumb reason we paused, and he burst into laughter when I sang "all around the mulberry bush", between heavy breathes from laughing he asked 'so, which one's the monkey, which one's the weasel?'
which only made me laugh too
later on our mother arrived, and 3 neighbors told her what happened, saying the whole damn neighborhood thought we were killing each other..
they almost called 9-1-1, and i muttered "yeah, almost..pfft"
she did lecture us telling us the only one who should be shouting and talkin worse than a sailor audibly was her.
apparently my brother and i shared the exact same thought and mumbled
"pop goes the weasel"
we were 17 and 16 ..
