Just Like My Brother

One of our friends is making some huge life changes. Not only in the 'life' department with this addition. He also sent an email announcing a total flip in his career...he's moving from an IT type position to a mortgage banking type position. In the email he said: 'So, I'm going to be just like your brother now!' (*my brother was in mortgage banking before flippity flopping into firefighting in January)

Of course all I can think is how, if he's really going to be like my brother, he's going to call me 'Pig Nose' from now on. He's going to have to call my sister 'Bubble Butt' and he's going to make lewd gestures at me while we play euchre. He's going to be completely oblivious when his wife paints the ceiling of the sunroom, he's going to wear horrible t shirts and he's going to be my mom's favorite from now on...even though he's really not her child, just because he's being just like my brother! My God, he's going to have to become a Republican even! Can you even be a republican and live in Ann Arbor?

As you can imagine my world is spinning. Up is down. Black is white. Red wine goes with fish.

Comments

[Busy Mom]

Wow, who'da thought a baby and a new job would come with such obligations?

[Monique]

I love red wine with fish.

[grace]

First of all, that shirt is hilarious! Horrible if I was in the company of someone who was wearing it, but from here it's pretty funny in a tacky sort of way.

Secondly, I do believe we have a republican or two here, though I don't know any of them personally. Check behind those ivy covered walls.

[Melissa]

Grace: In fairness to my brother and my nicer, funnier sister in law: He only wore the shirt for the photo op. I assume it's been burned since then.

I have this strange feeling, once you become a republican you are escorted out of the city and over to Birmingham or Bloomfield Hills. Just a hunch.

[nicer funier SIL]

Thanks for reminding me to continue The Search for that horrible t-shirt. He has it squirreled away somewhere for safekeeping. Very nice.

[beerzie boy]

Euchre? I thought people only did that in Jane Austen novels.

And the t-shirt could be worse. It could be a "Mustache Rides $5" (I know it's supposed to be five cents, but I couldn't find the cents symbol on the keyboard.)

[pinky]

Snerk. You said Birmingham.

[Julia]

Ahhhhhhh, euchre.

I knew you were my kind of people, Melissa. No, beerzie boy, you sweet funny mixed-up kid, not middle-brow English (they played piquet) but card-playing Midwesterners. Good ol' euchre.

"Pick it up, b*tch," as my husband likes to say when we aren't playing with his Grandma, "You know you want it."

[leslee]

Yes, there are republicans in Ann Arbor, and yes, look behind ivy walls. My brother teaches economics at the university and is a raging republican. And I mean raging. I spent possibly the worst Christmas of my life there this past year, trapped with him, my family and the non-stop background noise of Fox News. I still get a facial tic whenever I think about it. Too bad, 'cuz Ann Arbor seems very nice.