Ree’s musings

I never used to get along with my brother TJ. He'd take sides against our little brother and be a general nuisance. Lately though, the last few months or so, he's been good. He says please and thank you, invites family members to stuff he's involved in, gave me a book for Christmas (eee!).

He also gave me a lift while my car was being repaired. We drove over a county listening to his custom CD of songs with great guitar solos. We both sang softly to Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb". It was just a great moment I've been meaning to blog for months.

Now he's come up behind me. I was a cranky little bitch tonight, fighting a headache that feels like my brain is being strained through steel wool. (I might have inherited my youngest's brother bug. God bless holiday togetherness.) He comes and, without any warning at all, throws his big sports-guy arm around my neck and wishes me a good night before he heads to bed.

The pod people have kidnapped my real brother and replaced him. I bet TJ 2.0 doesn't have fingerprints or anything.

Well, the pods can keep the original. I need to figure out how to get the double to pull off a bank heist for me!