My brother, Sam, and I keep in touch through the the magic of texting.
We're both educated, witty and highly intelligent people.
As you might imagine, we have educated, witty and highly intelligent conversations.
This was the winner from last night:
Sara: Happy birthday! What are you doing?
Sam: I actually had to think for a second if I had forgotten my birthday. I'll probably make people go drink tomorrow. And ice cream.
Sara: Not tonight? Your birthday is happening right now, isn't it?
Sam: No, I checked, it's tomorrow. But thank you!
Sara: Am I high? Wait, yup. I am. Never mind. I knew that. I've had my days messed up.
Sam: You and your drugs.
Sara: You're what, 28, right? Wait, how old am I?
Sam: I'm 28. For one more day. You're 25 I'm pretty sure.
Nope, 26.
Sara: Are you watching the Emmy's?
Sam: They're still doing those?
If this is what we sound like now, I can't wait until we're exchanging holograms about our bowel movements in 50 years.
Happy birthday, Sam!
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6 comments:
This is mathematical and genetic proof that you are both my children.
It's a good thing that siblings can understand each other on a cellular level!
So...you still off caffeine? 'Cause that can totally mess with your brain function.
Aw, hell, who am I kidding? I can't remember my sibs' birthdays or ages either and then I went and married a Jack Morman with four sibling. That's seven sibs between the two of us - we'll never get birthdays right. And that doesn't even include the nieces/nephews/sibs-in-law.
No matter - Happy Birthday to your brother :)
I don't believe you're not aving hologram conversations about your bowel movements already.
I would actually pay for a manuscript of your future bowel movement convos.
Great convo :)
I'm actually surprised the Emmys are still on.
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