Brothers

So recently, my younger brother and my dad went on a three day hunting trip. I was absolutely ecstatic-- my brother is the single most annoying person on this planet. He's like... a mosquito. But instead of latching on to your skin and sucking your blood, he sucks your sanity. And your patience. He sprouts these never-ending sarcastic and smart-butt comments that make me want to pummel his little--GAH. 


Sorry. That was my frustration leaking out onto my keyboard. Back to their absence. So, they left three days ago to go shoot deer and catch fish and do whatever to quench their desire to hunt, I guess. And so that just left my mom and me, but mostly me, as my mom still had to work. The first night they were gone, we went to Taco Cabana and pigged out on quesadillas and chips and queso, et cetera... and I didn't have to listen to my brother complain about how he doesn't like cheese and ramble about guns and WWII while I tried to enjoy my yummy, Mexican fast-food. It was quite nice.


The second night they were gone, and I turned on Teen Mom and blasted it. Normally, my dad can't stand the sound of the TV because our house is anything but soundproof and his office is rather close to the living room, and my brother hates Teen Mom. But they weren't there to protest. I gloated in their memory. HA.


The third (and, regrettably, last) night they were gone, my mom and I went to this Italian place. I laughed, because I ate spaghetti and that's my brother's favorite food. And no, I did not save him any. Bahaha. And he says I could never be evil. 


But then they came home and my brother once again become his annoying/mosquito-esque self. And my dad... well, he tries. He got me a present. It turned out to be a mini, travel-size can of shaving cream. The complimentary kind you might steal--er, take-- from hotels. I don't know if he's trying to be thoughtful, or if he's trying to tell me something. 


Well, at least it smells good.