This is my little brother. Of all my siblings, he's the one I grew up with. Everyone else was out of the house so a lot of the time it was just the two of us. We drew chicken pox on each other with markers (and later shared real chicken pox), learned to ride bikes together, and screamed, "MOM, he/she is touching me," on long car rides together. Although he was a giant pain in my ass sometimes, I wouldn't trade him for any other little brother in the world.
Happy 25th Birthday, Rouse Rouse. Love you.
When we were kids, he'd race up the driveway after the bus dropped us off, get in the house, lock me out, and refuse to let me in until I promised we could watch either Die Hard or Chuck Norris' Invasion USA. Are you kidding me, kid? Everyday. Torture.
Aww Happy Birthday to your brother! I love sibling memories. They're always love/hate hilarity.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday, lad. Good choice of films.
ReplyDeleteLOL! I love growing up stories. I've had my share of those screaming matches of "MOM she took my (insert fashion article) again!" I grew up with 3 sisters, and I've always wanted a brother!
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