This one time when I was younger, I got in a big fight with my brother. We were mad at each other for days because he called me some mean stuff and did all sorts of manipulative things just to set me over the edge. I responded in kind, and it just ended up being this gargantuan battle in which neither of use were really right anymore and we were making everyone else in the house miserable.
I never thought I'd stop being mad at him. He never thought he'd stop being mad at me.
But guess what, guys?
We got over it!
And now, we drink beers on the front porch at night (I even share my favorite kind) and he tells me stories about the things he did at the law firm that day and I tell him about how swimming went with my kids.
Xanga, I'm not asking you all to hug each other and throw back some beers (although that'd be ideal). Just try to move along. Think about the other people in the house. I mean come on, even I outgrew it.
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Even You outgrew it...
More Xanga dramz in the house?
I don't know about that . . . you had blood ties going for you.
i try not to put my hands on anyone while i'm drinking. hm.
sigh... brothers!
I got four. You want one? The oldest is Batman.
Hey. He's single, ya know... just sayin'.
LOL
Drinking with just the fam is oddly relaxing.
@Olyachka - Nothing new. I'm just tired, I suppose.
@moritheil - Very, very true. While I'd like to think that our young ages might make up for this discrepancy... Well, some people don't act their age.
@TheBigShowAtUD - Lmfao.
@SamsPeeps - Lol, I'm good, actually.
@KuyaD - I don't even have to try to talk about cool stuff with them. I can talk about Ziploc baggies and they'd be down with it. Sort of.
@Laryssa - Dude. I would totally be down for a conversation on ziploc.