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Emails From My Brothers, #15: Classic Jeremy. Again.
(Part of the Emails From My Brothers series)
In true Jeremy fashion, he decided to come to NYC for the weekend and let us know about it at 11:05pm Friday night (aka– once he got here), and then requested we get together Sunday.
So I, loving sister, responded:
No reply. It is now Tuesday. Not even sure he’s alive.
The Line Is a Dot to Me
It seems I took things a little too far in my post Lost and Found, and Jeremy wasn’t so thrilled with me:
So after that, and as his loving big sis, you can imagine how I’m now feeling.
His friends AND his ex read my blog, guys!!!
Lost and Found
That moment when you find a random earring in between the cushions of your couch that definitely doesn’t belong to you, so you can only assume it belongs to some chick your brother banged the last time he crashed at your place.
Ladies– anyone recognize or wanna claim it?
Jeremy Is Completely Full of Shit: Entering Evidence #1 (of roughly 58 billion)
“I already like this phone so much better.” — Jeremy, 30 seconds into using his new iPhone, after 5 years of claiming his Droid was “just as good.”
Yeah That Makes It Better
At sibling dinner, explaining a situation (from a while ago) when he ended things with a girl he was seeing.
Jeremy: “Well, we weren’t really in a RELATIONSHIP, so it’s not like I went over there to break up with her. I just went to say goodbye.” (long pause) “Forever.”
Emails From My Brothers, #14: Aaaaand Scene
My Brothers Were Sort of Worth It
With the family (minus my brothers) at Passover, discussing my baby nephew one day having a sibling:
Steph: “Not any time soon.”
Andrew: “Or maybe never. One is enough.”
Dad: “Yeah. Try FOUR.”
Andrew: “No. You guys are insane.”
Dad: “I am not the one who wanted four. (Pointing to Mom) She bullied me into it.”
Me: “Aw, come on. Zack was totally worth it!”
Dad: “Yeah….now.”
(Note: Jeremy was at no point mentioned in this conversation)
Classic Mom and Dad
My parents are coming to NYC this weekend to watch my baby nephew while my sister and brother-in-law are in Philly for a wedding. Steph asked if I have any friends who babysit so that Mom and Dad can go to dinner Saturday night (in true Mom and Dad fashion, they have failed to realize that they ARE the babysitters).
Me: “I don’t have any friends who babysit, but if they want to go to dinner, I’ll watch the baby for a few hours.”
Steph: “Um…I’m sure they want to go to dinner with YOU.”
Me: “Oh. Shit. I didn’t even think of that.”
Steph: <no expression whatsoever, but definitely wondering what’s wrong with me>
Cue Jewish guilt. OF COURSE they want to go to dinner with me. What kind of daughter am I?!? The WORST. That’s what kind.
Mom calls a few hours later. I try to sound casual, like I figured all along we’d have plans…
Me: “Hi! So…we’re going to dinner Saturday night?”
Mom: “What? No. Dad and I are going out with our friends.”
Meet My Jewish Parents
My Dad gets my blog posts sent to his email. I guess the last one worried him.
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