Pick me up lord, every day

There's this rule about siblings. You can mess with them all you want, but the minute someone else decides to make a stray comment about them it's on y'all! I had ice cream [for dinner] with the little brother last night to celebrate his first day of classes. We talked about everything under the moon [I will not list those topics, to protect our reputations] but we somehow came full circle to the onging family joke of me trying to kill Joe. It's quite funny really, I would do everything I could think of to hurt him [my favorite was pinching cheeks] and yet when mom would confront the small child with BRIGHT RED cheeks he would never rat me out. 

-oh, don't worry, he got his revenge when he split my head open a couple years down the road-

I love the phase we're in as siblings, we're more friends than brother/sister. I couldn't be prouder of him right now and all he's doing. 

Whenever we hang out [aka get something to eat] I always try and get a picture with the kid. He gets more than just his hair from mom; he hates pictures. So I end up using the excuse of us having to send a picture to mom or I take one when he's not paying attention. And just like when I use to pinch his cheeks he always lets me send mom the picture. 

This week has been just gosh darn terrible, like no good awful. I all but exploded in the middle of Maggie Moo's Hendersonville last night. And Joe sat there to listened, paused, and then "People are mean, Sissi." And he's right, people are mean. But with a little brother like Joe I think I'm gonna make it.