How about a picture of my brother, Dan?
He came home last weekend from California to pose with this pipe and drink a lot of Mexican Coke (I guess it's special Coca-Cola in bottles. You can get it at Costco. I like to yell "pass me some of that sweet Mexican Coke!" in my parent's front yard when the neighbors are outside. I'm easily entertained.) As you can see, his friends came over to disturb the rest of us.
I spent a lot of time last night explaining to Grace that he is my LITTLE brother, REALLY. He is younger than me, just taller (and slightly hairier.) Then he spent a lot of time last night trying to teach me Photoshop stuff over the phone, while being all condenscending and mocking me. (They're called LE-VELS. Say it- LE. VEL. This is how we LEARN.)
Next time he comes home, I think I will kick his butt. Just to show him who's older & stuff.
2 comments:
"Pass me some of that sweet Mexican coke"--classic. Can your family adopt me? I know about LE-VELS.
(and um, apparently I pretty much rule when it comes to fantasy football)
My older brother has always been wonderful - showed me all that serious drug use can do (i.e. destroy a 1/3 of your brain) back in the early 70's.
But he never offered ME sweet Mexican coke - can you FedEx it to Harmony and I?
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