My Little Brother Just Discovered Rock and Roll! He's Only 22 And He's out of Control!
I wonder if he's completely outgrown his fascination with Gilbert and Sullivan and Andrew Creepy Lloyd Webber?
I got him a cool couple of things for his birthday. One of them is IMPORTED! And it's not that disgusting Harry Potter cockroach candy! ( A little too lifelike to be appetizing, I hear.) I'll never forget, though, that time a couple years ago when Brian popped a Bertie Bott's Bean into his mouth and then spit it out swearing and gagging. I hope it was only a spinach one and not a sardine or booger or vomit jellybean. What a cruel joke!
A few realizations lately:
1. I will never be cool. At least not in the car department. The 10 year old rust bucket and general POS known as the Neon is gone, gone! I say. No more summers without AC. Unfortunately, it has been replaced with a used 2005 Ford Focus. I will never have a cool car. (But I did get a good deal, and the dealer is a good guy and a pal, so, it's OK, and it's a LOT nicer than its predecessor, so...I should stop whining.)
2. There will always be more dishes and dirty clothes. There is no "done."
3. I worry about Sammy. He just rolled out of bed and fell on some junk that was left on the floor. And scraped up his nose. One of my great irrational fears for the boys is that they'll get badly cut somehow. I know, it's crazy. But the thought of them bleeding makes me woozy. I try not to think about it.
4. I worry about Gabe. He's spent the last 2 bee-you-tee-full days inside, wearing just underwear.
5. I've really enjoyed Rip It Up and Start Again. It's the perfect companion to England's Dreaming.
6. I'm probably not getting enough sleep.