j & j industires
The brother goes back to college on Monday, which is kind of sad because I'll miss having him around, even if he does mock me mercilessly about my Harry Potter obsession, NSYNC fixation, and tenuous employment situation, not to mention his annoying habit of wanting to go online whenever I want to. It's like our sibling connection provided with this inner alarm so that the second one of us starts tying up the phone line to check his or her email or use the phone, the other one develops a sudden, all-encompassing NEED to call someone or sign on. There have been screaming matches about this in the wee hours of the morning.
Regardless of these things, I will miss the Jimmster, if only because he knows why "Uh.....no!" just gets funnier every time. And because he's just like me, except a boy, and taller, and generally more coordinated. Yesterday we went to WalMart and both got completely distracted (me looking at DVDs, him looking at sunglasses). Just as he'd picked out the most hideous, awful pair he could find, I realized we only had ten minutes to get to the place we were picking up dinner for the fam. I pointed this out, looked to the front of the store, and we both started walking, then jogging, then flat-out running to the front of the store. Small children dove out of our paths. Literally. There was a five-or-six year old girl looking at a central filing cabinet display who saw us coming and dove, panicked, into the womanswear section.
We argued heatedly over which line was shorter, and then decided to have me purchase all of our stuff together so that he could go bring the car around, which worked out well, except for the part where he went to the wrong minivan initially. Are we brother and sister or what? We drove like maniacs and got there with minutes to spare.
In other news: Networks should not be allowed to change their programming schedules unless they are willing to call me up personally the first few weeks of the changed schedule to let me know when my shows are on. Meaning, I totally forgot Angel was on last night. This makes me bitter! It sounds like it was tres cool.
And now I must go to bed so I can be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at the office tomorrow. Or at least conscious. Must set reasonable goals.
Regardless of these things, I will miss the Jimmster, if only because he knows why "Uh.....no!" just gets funnier every time. And because he's just like me, except a boy, and taller, and generally more coordinated. Yesterday we went to WalMart and both got completely distracted (me looking at DVDs, him looking at sunglasses). Just as he'd picked out the most hideous, awful pair he could find, I realized we only had ten minutes to get to the place we were picking up dinner for the fam. I pointed this out, looked to the front of the store, and we both started walking, then jogging, then flat-out running to the front of the store. Small children dove out of our paths. Literally. There was a five-or-six year old girl looking at a central filing cabinet display who saw us coming and dove, panicked, into the womanswear section.
We argued heatedly over which line was shorter, and then decided to have me purchase all of our stuff together so that he could go bring the car around, which worked out well, except for the part where he went to the wrong minivan initially. Are we brother and sister or what? We drove like maniacs and got there with minutes to spare.
In other news: Networks should not be allowed to change their programming schedules unless they are willing to call me up personally the first few weeks of the changed schedule to let me know when my shows are on. Meaning, I totally forgot Angel was on last night. This makes me bitter! It sounds like it was tres cool.
And now I must go to bed so I can be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at the office tomorrow. Or at least conscious. Must set reasonable goals.