A Week of War

Hello and welcome back to Annoying Brother Antics. Today was the first week of the "war" I mentioned Sunday. Here's the low-down:

Monday: The first shot is fired. Mutt knocks a book I was reading right out of my hands. I chase him to no avail. Instead, I fire back by stuffing his pillows in the freezer. He finds out, and tackles me, the matress of my bed going down with me.

Tuesday: We rest and prepare for tomorrow's battle.

Wednesday: As we were leaving church, Mutt gets a Styrafoam cup filled with ice. He slips, and blames me for his spilling the ice. Later, we were heading to the van, I start closing the door. Mutt runs for it, only to fall and spill his second cup of ice. I admit I was a little bit at fault there. When he gets into the van, Mutt falls on me, causing me to spill my cup of ice.

Tonight: I was washing my face, and Mutt just barges into our bathroom and sprays me with the squirt bottle I use for my hair. I take a small, paper Dixie cup, filled to the brim, and splash it in his face. Then, he chases me around the house, spraying me. When we get back to our bathroom, I rapidly, repeatedly fill my Dixie cup and dump it on him. Pretty soon, he takes the cap off my squirt bottle (which I had just filled almost to the top just a few hours prior, I might add) and dumps all of the water on my back. Significantly soaked, I surrendered and changed my PJ's.

So, that's our Week of War so far. If anything happens tomorrow, I'll let you know. See ya!

Welcome to the War?

Welcome back to Annoying brother antics. Someone put a burr under my brother's saddle today. I'm so mad that I can't describe it, but I'll try.

First, let me explain that Mutt has this paper, play $100 bill. As I was getting ready to leave my grandmother's today, I had to toss something in the trash. When I walked over to a waste basket, I accidentally stepped on that bill. I didn't rip or anything, but Mutt went balistic.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE STEPPING!" He yelled.

"I'm sorry," I replied, "I didn't see it."

"Well, you need to start looking where you walk."

I had to go to another room to get my shoes, but I did overhear this conversation:

Mom: She honestly didn't see it.

Mutt: Still, she needs to look where she's going.

Mom: Do you honestly look down on the floor when you walk?

Mutt: Yes, because I don't want to trample anything. But she just bulldozes through things and doesn't care.

Dad: Did it rip or anything? Was it ruined?

Mutt: No, but it's the principle of the thing.

Later, when we got home, I took a shower. There was no towels in the bathroom Mutt and I share! Granted, sometimes I forget to tell him when I use the last towel, but to do it deliberately like he did is just cruel in my opinion.

Later, Mutt came into my room

He sneered and asked "How does it feel?"

"Those times I honestly forget." I replied "But to do it-"

"You forgot. This is becoming a stuck record. If you keep forget, we should have you tested for Alztimer's. You better start remembering, because welcome to the war."

What was that supposed to mean? When he walked off, I heard him yell "I BETTER WATCH TO MAKE SURE I'M NOT STEPPING ON ANYTHING IMPORTANT."

Is he right? Do I not care? Do I forget too often? These are things I ask myself all the time. Seriously, PLEASE comment your opinion of this story.

Until next time (which might just be really soon) ... bye.

Matress Tipping

Buenos noches! I know it is rather late, but Mutt did something that I just have to write about. It all started when I tried to watch The Princess & the Frog.

Well, I was quietly lying in bed, enjoying some smooth jazz, when my insane brother barges in. He gets into complaining how this was the eighth time I had ever seen that movie. We got into this big arguement, and Mutt eventually turned off the television WHILE THE MOVIE WAS STILL PLAYING!!!!!!!

I went out of my room after Mutt. I tried to get my dad to reprimand him, but he instead told me he allowed Mutt to come into my room!

I chased Mutt for a while, but we both stopped in my room. Mutt just made himself at home on my bed!

I scolded him and asked him to leave. He didnt move an inch. He bumped the remote control, sending my movie back to the main menu!

That was too much for me. I jumped on him, causing him to fall over the other side of my bed.

He eventually got back on the bed, and scooted my matress a little to the left. A minute later, he turned over, and the matres fell completely over the other side of the bed, Mutt and all!

Mutt left for the bathroom before he could help me remake the bed. So, I had to do it all myself.

Now, Mutt is still in here, making fun of my movie!

Until next time.. abinata!