(Part of the Emails From My Brothers series)
Jeremy wrote us this email in 2013, while living at home with my parents. My mother said something in a social setting that made Jeremy uncomfortable (I’m not posting what she said– not because it’s that bad, but because it involves other people and isn’t the funny part of the email anyway).
The following sibling email exchange took place in 2006. Steph and I were living in an apartment together in NYC– she was in law school, I was in graduate school. Jeremy was a senior at Penn. Zack was a freshman at Wisconsin. The whole chain was started as an attempt to improve communication skills in our family. It failed.
But what did happen is that Steph contributed one solid, ridiculous email that made the rest of us genuinely laugh out loud.
To this day, it has never happened again.
I already posted that email (here), most of which she forced me to redact. So it’s not included below. The rest of the emails in the chain are, including Steph’s only other contribution (at the very end), which is much more in line with her character.
The emails themselves are not all that hilarious, but as a chain they create a pretty clear picture of the family dynamic, with some classic throw-back references.
**Note: any blurred-out content has been done so to protect the innocent– most importantly those who made the regretful decision to canoodle with Jeremy.
(Part of the Emails From My Brothers series)
I emailed the sibling chain to let them know about a classic conversation that took place when I was home in Maryland last week with my parents. Unfortunately, I can’t post it, as my mother asked me not to, and I am trying not to completely ruin her life with this blog. Jeremy’s response:
(Continuation of This Is Why Zack Rarely Makes The Blog)
In direct response to Emails From My Brothers #1, and part of the Emails From My Brothers series.
Going home to Maryland always brings new, exciting discoveries.
I just got back to my parents’ house in Maryland, where I am staying the night before I fly out to Florida tomorrow. When I got here, my mom was super excited to show me the crib she got for my baby nephew. I was psyched to see it until she told me where it resides– in Zack’s bedroom.
Zack is my youngest sibling. He is 26 years old. His bedroom, however, never escaped the dark days of puberty.
I immediately panicked. A montage to explain why:
Sweet dreams, baby boy.
A sibling email exchange from 2009, the year of the swine flu scare. Once again, Stephanie contributes nothing.
(Jenny was Zack’s college girlfriend at the time)
(Part of the Emails From My Brothers series)
The following sibling email exchange takes place about a year ago, while Jeremy was a grad student living at home with my parents. For reference (if you’re new here, or if you’re like me and just never remember anything and therefore appreciate a helpful glossary):
Jeremy = younger brother
Zack = youngEST brother
Andrew = brother in law
Steph = older sister
Note that Steph is included on this email chain but contributes absolutely nothing. This is typical.
The emails/replies are posted in order. Start with this one at the top and just scroll down.
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