i miss my little brother something fierce. this is evidenced by the fact i managed to let myself be wrangled into cooking dinner for a bunch of the guys i work with that live together. (purely in a frat-house kind of way, not gay orgy.) i cooked them dinner and in return they told funny guy stories which left me doubled over with laughter. i hadn't laughed that hard since my little brother left.

it reminded me of how much i desperately miss him. with him, i am able to indulge my secret love of guy-humor. watching super-troopers, dumb&dumber, etc. i am really quite ashamed that i find it all funny, but i do. paticularly when i am with him. i can't wait until he comes home. we'll play football. we'll watch stupid movies. we'll make fun of people. he'll tell me i'm gorgeous and that i am the coolest sister ever.

i'll pretend i believe him. but really i know i'm the one getting the best end of this deal.