Shawn-foolery

• Posted on 20th July 2015
• in Uncategorized
• by Ashleigh

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Siblings.

Some of us have them. Some want them. And some of us want to make their lives a little bit of hell. I have all 3. Which is the point of this blog post.

First, a little back story.

I am the oldest of 4. I have 2 wonderful and beautiful sisters. One who is 6 years younger than me, and one who is 21 years younger than me (Yes I said 21 years. My parents are Catholic.) That’s enough about them. They’re not on my sh*t list this week.

I also have a little brother who is 18 months my junior. From the moment he came into my life, he has been reaping little bits of havoc on my perfectly thought out and well-designed world. I am a “Take the lead”, organized, Type A person. Imagine that, turn it 180 degrees, and that’s my little brother. For much of my youth, this kid was just a pain in my proverbial butt. Getting us in trouble. Masterminding plans that would give me childhood IBS. Even to this day my dear brother is still finding ways; from almost 700 miles away, to mess with me. He finds little bits of joy in getting a rise out of me. And I get it, I’m fun to mess with. After the initial annoyance, I’m in on the joke too. No harm no foul type of deal. “Hahaha you got me you jerk” type of thing. I’ve actually come to look forward to his little shenanigans (now that mom and dad can’t ground us both from the TV anymore).

Well, my little brother’s tiny pranks on me (and other family members) have been going on for YEARS. If there’s a way he can add some “spice”; per se, to a situation, he’s on it without hesitation. And every now and then I will get him back with something lame, or not even remotely as funny and feel like a “Jokester Failure”. I hate losing.

Most recently he sent me a check for his share of a Father’s Day gift all us kids went in on together. But, he couldn’t just be normal and send me a check for the gift I not only thought of (er mostly), but  purchased as well. He sends a check paying to the order of “Ashley”. That would be great if my name; for the past 30 years, wasn’t spelled “Ashleigh”. It wasn’t bad enough mom and dad cursed me with a life without monograms, now I have to deal with this too? HUGE pet peeve. HUGE. Ok brah. Haha. Funny stuff.

Enough is enough. I decided this reign of terror has to stop. Or, at least not go on uncontested any long. I will not stand for it anymore! And for then for the next 6 weeks the gears in my head were turning as to a how I was going to finally get my little brother back in an appropriate manner; for not only this little gag, but for every prank ever.

And then last Sunday, a lightbulb.

As of Wednesday my little brother, (with the help of Amazon Prime) became the proud new owner of a 6 ft tall life-sized cardboard cut out of the pride of Canada;  Mr. Justin Bieber, courtesy of his loving sister “Ashley”.

I laughed thinking about his face as he opened this atrocity. I laughed thinking about what he was going to do with the thing until garbage day. And I’m still laughing (and cringing) thinking about what type of repercussions I have coming my way (this has become our grown up version of kicking each other under the dinner table).  All of this being the best $30 dollars I have maybe ever spent in my life. And thank you to his wonderful wife  for getting the moment on video (which I would post, but there are quite a few “what the f’s?” *score*) I was able to screen grab this picture for everyone’s viewing pleasure.

 

 

 

 

The lesson here today is: Don’t mess with your big sister, otherwise you may end up with an even bigger (6 ft to be exact) problem. Stay silly. -A