You read correctly....either that or I lost my marbles all together...
It all started a few weeks ago when my mom threatened to take away my bedroom because I am never home anymore....fair enough...but I still needed a place to rest my head, and keep all my stuff...(a free storage place) Of course, people she was kidding...ok half kidding....
Anyway, she came to the 3 of us kids and said she would really like Denver upstairs where she can monitor him better. Plus, he won't be alone when we are all out; doing whatever. The poor kid.....She wanted us to come up with any "idea" where we would be downstairs...now mind you there are only 2 bedrooms downstairs....Any ideas? So I said that I would bunk with Ted...that's right people I now share my bedroom with my brother.....(i do need suggestions on how to get the "boy" smell out of there...) some how I don't think I will rub off on him to fast enough....(( =
I spent all day Friday switching my room into the....wait....I should say what used to be the "boys room".
Our first night together was awful on my part...as most of you know I FREEZE at night. I always have like 3 blankets plus warm pj's on, and I don't sleep with a fan....He does, and it sounds like a jet engine!! I finally feel asleep around 3:30am...I figure that I am now exhausted tonight so I should sleep alot better...but will see....I still get cold....(( = Its all good!!
It now has become my job to teach Ted how to be orderly in his bedroom....I hope his future wife will thank me some day!!! I got alot of work ahead of me....and....well...never mind....
So Ted and I are best friends now..will see how our friendship develops after this "change" has taking place for awhile.....(( =
Don't get me wrong I am looking forward to this new phase of (ahem) life, and so far it has been fun. I enjoy waking up and seeing him doing his Bible reading or texting on his phone...(thanks Bouffard ladies)
Who would have thought that 14 years later I would be sharing a bedroom with my brother all over again....
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I just stumbled upon your blog and I have a brother 3 years younger than me and I love him to death, BUT I would rather sleep in the garage than bunk with him. Kinda smells like incest.
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