My brother is awesome. I love him to pieces, bits and pieces actually. Growing up, I'd say we were close...if by close you mean me mothering him to death. My mom used to say that I was harder on him than she was..."You're not his mother!" she'd always say. Under my breath I'd mutter, "Ya, well...I should have been." I mean the kid got away with murder (and by *murder* I mean nothing of the sort...) By some crazy twist of fate, my child is the spitting image of my brother...how's that for ironic!! And our relationship has evolved into a wonderful friendship. I'd do just about anything for my lil' bro.
Maybe just as awesome or a littler awesome-r is my brother's girlfriend. I have a girl-crush on her. It's like a Wo-mance (Bromance, Womance??? I'm not sure...) There is only one other woman I have a crush on and that is Angelina Jolie. I mean, how absolutely cool would it be to have Angelina Jolie as your best friend? Can you just imagine? Playdates would be so much fun (insert squeal here). She is the perfect combination of sexy and humanitarian (I bet you didn't know there was a perfect combination of those two qualities, did you? Well, there is.) And her hubby is pretty cute, too. Maybe he could hook me up with, oh I don't know....I've never really thought about it before...George Clooney....or someone...you know (pssst....George Clooney is dreamy!)
Anyways, back to my brother's girl. She's an A. She's gorgeous, she's tall, she's thin...and she's really, really nice. She's the type of person who, if she ever found a baby bird that had fallen from its nest, would take it home and nurse it back to health and then set it free over the ocean while the sun was setting or something like that. It would be beautiful. Which is totally ironic, because I know I would do the same thing. We're just so similar that way.
Now, I know you're all wondering why I'm blogging about my bro's gal. Especially when she reads my blog (can you say *awkward*) Well, because they're coming to stay with us for the month of July (and maybe longer, fingers crossed!!)
I'm picturing slumber parties and pillow fights and doing each other's hair, staying up til the sun comes up talking about boys (ummmm, excluding my brother, of course...that would just be...well, gross to say the least...) and books and what we want to do when we grow up. We can buy those charm bracelets where she wears the half that says "BE FRI" and mine says "ST ENDS" and we can have silly little inside jokes that only we get, and we can giggle.
I'm telling ya, I'm super stoked. I've already told my brother that if he doesn't step up and marry this woman, I just might. In a purely platonic, non-sexual way of course (haha, my mother is totally cringing right now...) Not that I'm dissing same sex marriages, I'm not here to judge. I'm just here to love.
Wow...Saturday is gonna be really awkward.
p.s. Okay, so some of this was tongue-in-cheek...like the whole pillow fight and charm bracelet thing...I kind of went off in a tangent. But I'm really excited that they've decided to come spend the month with us. And I should be clear, there is no expectation nor requirement for said gf to spend any time doing my hair or saving dying bird-lettes or anything that borders on weird. Hopefully, our home will just be a safe haven for the two of them while they figure out where they want to be and what they want to do.