I am ridiculously lucky to have my brother with me in my life.
I absolutely despise having to explain to my mother what I'm going to be doing every single moment of the day. Granted, I'm much better off than a lot of other people when it comes to the "crazy mom," but my mom does have the tendency to need to know where i am, and who I'm with, what we're doing all the damn time.
If she had her way, I'm pretty sure she'd want me to call her every time my friends and I moved from one place to another. Since I love spontaneity, I find it much easier to text my technologically competent brother and let him relay the messages. :)
It's nice having him around as someone to support through all things crazy. I don't think I ever tell him enough though. I'm too busy teasing him about being a womanizer. :)
So here's to you Derek, the best little brother
(that I will always beat up even when you go and bulk up in the army) :) <3
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