That bitch, Dorothy Hamill
This entry was posted on 5/19/2006 6:35 PM and is filed under uncategorized.
Ooh, y'all. My brothers are having a pissing match right here in my comments section from
the last post.
Now, the conflict seems, to me, to be whether: 1) I ever kicked my brother Charlie's ass, or 2) whether I was ever taller than him (despite the fact that he is my older brother by 18 months).
The answers to those questions are as follows:
1) Nobody ever whipped Charlies ass. He's wiry. I will say with some confidence, though, that of his immediate siblings, I was totally the most likely and capable to do so.
2) Charlie and I were practically identical while growing up. Up to and including the same Godawful Dorothy Hamill haircut back in the day. ( I feel I must address a serious problem right here. Mothers, do not give your children home haircuts unless you cut hair for a living. Seriously. I'm not kidding. Stop it.)
We were also fairly even in height for most of our youth. I was never taller than him, and don't think I am now. We're about the same height, which does not make Charlie a short man, I am simply a tall woman.
I cannot tell y'all how many almost ass whippings I got because I looked just like Charlie. Not that I'm bitter or anything. Except I am. Oh, and one time he told me that a picture I colored was awful and I swear to God it took me until my 30's to figure out that he was fucking with me. Y'all, I was maybe 8 years old at the time. That's how mean he was, alomost 30 years later I'm telling you about it. He's a big mean boy. Hold me.
This is the part where I don't mention the frequency with which I kicked Andy's ass throughout our childhood. Because that would be mean, especially as he is defending me, in a way. I don't know WHY, since I did not make and do not support his claims. But he's my baby brother and I love him.
There. Now y'all know where I stand on the issues.
