I will be posting wedding photos as soon as I get the photos from the photographer. I will try not to gag you with them, but seriously, I will be posing some! A few weeks ago my brother and I went on a “Sib Date.” We dressed up and went out together, to catch up and hang out before the wedding. We never have to discuss where to eat as the answer is always: SUSHI! We were super hungry when we got there, and we may have over ordered.
We did the best we could, but we had also ordered appetizers. But a sushi extravaganza with sake is both my brother and my idea of a good time. My brother is a super sweet and cool dude and it is always great to be able to hang out with him.
I had a fantastic time at home with my friends and family. It was really fantastic to see everyone. However the transition was rough. I flew back on Saturday night. I landed in Turkey Sunday night, my bags were still in London. After filling out the lost baggage paperwork we drove home. I went straight to bed and Monday I dragged my behind out of bed at 6 to go to work. It is difficult to have the necessary patience for 6th graders when you are tired and jet-lagged. The first two days of the week were tough, and the next few I was used to catch up on life, sleep and laundry. I am finally back….Which also means Back to Blogging! Yay! It might take me a while to get back into the swing of things, but no more long absences.
Here is a souvenir of my trip home… This is my super cool little brother. Right after this was taken he swung me up on his shoulders kind of like a yoke, head facing one way, my behind the others. As I was struggling to get down, using my only weapon (the tickle), his friends walked in. Thankfully being a mature person he dealt with this tactfully. Did he put me down? No. He turned so my face was facing them instead of the other end. We may be adults, but some things never change.
See the faces of those people behind me in line? They are disapproving because they think we are flirting in front of Dolmabache Palace, Ataturk’s residence. In reality, what the are seeing is me being manhandled by my younger brother. He loves that he is bigger, and likes to prove that to me. He has no mercy.
He also does not lie, cheat or steal. He is kind to children and animals. He is witty and erudite. My friends also tell me he is handsome. Or in NH, “Wicked hot.”
He is my baby brother, a great guy, and a good friend. He is also turning 22. Happy Birthday Elly. I love you.
Even though you have no mercy.
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