I never got any damn cereal!
My brother George called yesterday to speak to my mother. I thought it was best to give him the same treatment he gave me when she visited him in Hawaii.
George: Ramona.
Me: (in a high-pitched voice) Georgie-koong. (Note: this is my mom's pet name for him and my one sure-fire weapon to irritate him.)
George: Let me speak to Mom.
Me: She's not here. She doesn't want to speak to you. Ever. Ha ha! How does that feel George?
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Here's a list of acts of brotherly love which I never reciprocated:
-Making me lick a nine-volt battery
-Forcing me to address him as, "Sir, Lieutenant, sir."
-Calling me Mona Chow-Chow Mona throughout my formative years
-Holding the phone up to my face and saying in an uncensored instruction, "Tell him you're busy."
-Telling my sister I needed $20 for cereal to which she asked me why I didn't ask her and in turn incited my response, "I never got any damn cereal!"
George: Ramona.
Me: (in a high-pitched voice) Georgie-koong. (Note: this is my mom's pet name for him and my one sure-fire weapon to irritate him.)
George: Let me speak to Mom.
Me: She's not here. She doesn't want to speak to you. Ever. Ha ha! How does that feel George?
--
Here's a list of acts of brotherly love which I never reciprocated:
-Making me lick a nine-volt battery
-Forcing me to address him as, "Sir, Lieutenant, sir."
-Calling me Mona Chow-Chow Mona throughout my formative years
-Holding the phone up to my face and saying in an uncensored instruction, "Tell him you're busy."
-Telling my sister I needed $20 for cereal to which she asked me why I didn't ask her and in turn incited my response, "I never got any damn cereal!"
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