Sibling mushiness here.

 
Today is my little brother's eighteenth birthday...And I so don't know what to do with that information, lol. I'm amazed he lived this long :P. I was pretty awful to him when we were kids and I made my best efforts to turn him into a gibbering wreck. It didn't take, I guess, because I'm the gibbering one, lol.

He's a good kid, he really is. And not that he's really a kid anymore, but he'll always be my kid brother. 

He's very funny - in his way - which a lot of people don't know because he doesn't talk much...He comes up with these little routines that make me laugh so hard. In fact, no one can make me laugh like he does. He has a fantastic memory for things...Like being able to remember the whole fast food rap on YouTube and whole Carl Baron routines. He's clever in a practical kind of way - he's better with maths than I am and better with logical things which I always find impressive. He knows the difference between right and wrong (even though he's had his fair share of trouble...Trust me) and it's this stuff that convinces me that, although he'll always be my dickhead little brother, he'll make a good man one day. I'm very proud of the man he's becoming and I do believe that one day - SO no rush, lol - he'll make someone a good husband and a loving father.

And this has all gone to a very mushy place, lol. But seriously, it's nice to be able to look back at our childhood and know that, although it's not been without difficulties, we've both come out of it OK. There's mutual (but seldom shown) respect, and even though we pick on each other, are rude to each other, hate each other intensely, we have each other's backs. He's a good lad.

And he's having some mates over for a barbie tomorrow arvo and I'm expected to drink with them, lol. Oy.