Day 21: It's All My Fault

Bad hair days. Eating vegetables. A mess in my parent’s living room. Global warming. His homework. Since I have moved back, my elementary school brother now finds humor in blaming me for just about everything.
“Well, after all, it’s Katie fault,” he says.
Or sometimes, in a sympathetic voice he’ll say, “Gee Katie, how does it feel to have everything be your fault, huh?”
It's rather hysterical, in an I-am-not-smarter-than-a-fifth-grader type of way. When there are 19 years between siblings it is always fun when you still have things to play around about. I love living here!