Not. Cool.

Yes, we may have  had separate beds. But still.  This kid farts at least once every minute. And he is still in that I-am-a-teenager-so-I-don’t-want-anything-to-do-with-anybody-and-I-hate-the-world-and-my-family stage.

So I may or may not have taken hundreds of embarrassing photos of him while he was in various stages of sleep, and I may or may not have posted them on facebook. Cold hearted, I know but a girl can only take so much.

Luckily I am nice enough to not post the worst ones to my blog. I’m the best sister ever, huh?

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I’ve never been stung by a bee in my life and I would like to keep it that way. But one day not too long ago, I was WAY too close for comfort. I was in the basement taking my laundry out of the dryer  when I saw a bumble bee on a jacket. The bee was between me and the door. I didn’t know what to do …I tried to squish it with the jacket but it started flying in the air and towards me. When it went down lower (about 1ft off the ground) I took a running start and jumped over it. If it was videotaped and in slow motion it would have looked like some mid-air karate kick lunge. This was all while I was yelling “help” and everyone in the house thought I was dying or something.

So after I got out of the laundry room with no laundry I forced my brother to take on the bee. We had no bug spray so he went down into the room with lavender spray and counter top cleaner. He wasn’t too sure if he killed the bee but he estimated that he sprayed the lavender spray about 20 times and I’m not sure about the countertop cleaner. He also retrieved my laundry which now smells heavily of lavender.

I told my brother he was my hero but wondered how the bumblebee got into the basement. He admitted that “it’s probably my fault” since about a week prior to this incident, when I wasn’t at home he got locked out the house.  So in order to get into the house he broke down the basement door. Smart kid (note the sarcasm). He even demonstrated how he broke it down, he used the force of his hips repeatedly and swung them around in a circular motion whacking them into the door once every revolution.

He didn’t tell anyone what he did; I’m not sure why because my dad definitely found out the night of the bee incident. At first my dad thought someone had broken into the house, but when he found out it was my brother….that was interesting.

Although the male child makes a lot of stupid decisions,  I still love the kid. He just needs to grow up!!

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