|Sibling rivalry, revisited in adulthood, still looks like this|
Well, we wouldn't know about any of that. But we do know for sure that it leads to high comedy.
Today we bid dear Poker Chick Brother farewell . You may remember him from guest posts such as "Clumsiness Runs in the Family", which we sort of hate because it's the most read post on this blog ever. Don't read it, ok? Definitely don't click that link and give him the satisfaction. We're not bitter at all. Nope, not us.
Poker Chick Brother and his amazing sturdy back spent a few months blowing up and deflating an air mattress every single day and sleeping on our never-as-neat-as-it-should-be living room floor. He grudgingly *tolerated* being woken up at 7am every day, as mini would stare at his but crack over her breakfast cereal, which according to him she slurped unnecessarily loudly.
Most people, we'd venture to guess, do not get the pleasure of living with their siblings all over again after everyone has left for college and started their own lives. That said, you were all horrible teenagers, right? It would be much more civil in adulthood, right?
Turns out all those immature fights as children had nothing to do with childhood and everything to do with two siblings living together, period. Bumping into each other while trying to brush teeth at the same time in a tiny bathroom. Running out of the room in disgust as one sibling laughs with glee after encouraging a malodorous waft of you-can-guess-what into the other sibling's direction. Coming home late from work excited for leftovers only to find out they are gone. Fielding insights and criticism into one's housekeeping or lack thereof...
We got to relive that all over again.
You'd think after all this we'd be happy to see the least grateful house guest in America finally leave, yes?
After finally living alone for one night, it is eerily quiet and not nearly stinky enough around here. You see, the sibling moved out. After months of mooching, he moved all the way cross country to the West Coast. Moving out and not even staying in the same city to babysit? That, we believe, is the least grateful thing he's done yet.
Congratulations on finally landing a gig, Poker Chick Brother. This floor is always here when you need it.