You know I could really go for a sandwich.

It's official. I miss my brothers. I will spare you the long road by which I came to this conclusion. Except to tell you that it wasn't actually me that came to this conclusion - 'twas my mom. Growing up I was the filling in a brother sandwich. Yes, the only girl. When I was very little and people asked me if I had any siblings I would say "I have two brothers and two bothers" which would always make people laugh. What was so funny? It was true. They didn't treat me like a princess but I always knew they would have stuck up for me no matter what. The cool thing is that I really like them. If I weren't related to them I would want to know them. The best thing about brothers is being teased and loved at the same time. Via the hard way I discovered that if you tease boys who aren't your brothers they will a) like you and/or b) think you like them. This was a sad discovery for me and I've been lamenting it for some time. My mom is visiting me from zee south right now and I was trying to articulate this feeling of loss.

"You miss your brothers!" she said.

When she said that it was one of those moments whereupon I slapped my internal forehead and thought by George, that's it! That's exactly it. Why something so obvious as this hadn't hit me before I will never know. This was great news for me because although I rarely connect with my brothers (laziness) and though they are far away from me (life) I can change that and work with it. I was mourning something I thought was gone but it's not so all I have to do now is say Wippee! and blow the dust off my phone.