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Why My Brother is the Favorite
My brother was a curly blonde haired, bluish eyed baby. He was the cutest baby in the world and my mom showed off his speedo butt tan line to prove it. His first haircut happened in our kitchen and I … Continue reading
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My Mom’s Plan
My mom got her cousin to co-sign on the house she is trying to rent. She wants me to move in and not pay rent, but my brother told her that is not possible because I already signed my lease … Continue reading
Four Down, None to Go?
My mom and brother looked at four houses the other week. Some were too small, too dirty, too laundry-through-someone-else’s-bathroom, too close to the lake, too… you get the picture. One of them was perfect. It has three bedrooms and two … Continue reading
My Mom’s Tickets
When I talked to my mom Saturday she told me she got pulled over for not wearing her seatbelt. She told the officer that she knew her license plate sticker was also expired and she already had a ticket for … Continue reading
On Being Ladylike
When I was little, I wasn’t very good at sports but I had a lot of friends at Little League so I played year after year. I also liked the coach, who chose all the nice kids to be on … Continue reading
Not My Brother’s Keeper
When I talked to my mom Tuesday night she told me my brother has been going to school. Last week he started taking antidepressants for his “panic attacks” (self diagnosed) so either they are helping, or I scared him over … Continue reading
And Then There Were None
My mom has decided not to rent the “perfect” house she found. She says that her and my brother don’t need as many bedrooms or bathrooms. The owner wants to leave the furniture and my mom says she does not … Continue reading
The Dogs Were Here First
My mom has told me this a million times and she has also told other people, so let’s assume it is true… When I was born I was allergic to grass, disposable diapers and dogs. My mom had to cloth … Continue reading
The Place
Friday night. I call my mom. No answer. Which is usual. My mom called back about 20 minutes later. The realtor for the house they are looking at is my cousin’s husband’s cousin. Kind of a convoluted relationship. I’m used … Continue reading
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