My baby brother is, as we speak, hurtling over the pole on his way to Thailand to discover just how exhiliarating it can be to find yourself as far away from where you were born as one can possibly get without joining the space program. Now of course, the mother in me is concerned that he will be kidnapped by a gang of Transvestite Thai boxers or, far more likely, unwittingly become enmeshed in an illegal, underground cock fighting ring only to be arrested in a sting operation or even more likely, getting thrown in a Thai jail for unwittingly desecrating a local sacred site. He's seen Midnight Express, so I am confident that he is well rehearsed on the perils of becoming a heroin drug mule, so I have ruled that one out.
That being said, I am sure that everything will be fine and that he will have an amazing time and of course, I am green with envy.
Baby girl will miss him very much and it makes me sad because I know that when he comes back, if he comes back, she will be totally different, older, wiser, able to drink from a cup on her own, possibly potty trained. We saw an airplane fly over and I told her that baby brother was on a plane right now going far, far away for a long time, she promptly said that she missed him and then asked if we could run down the hill again.
The whole thing makes me sentimental, recalling baby brother as a baby, toddler and adolescent and now he's all grown up and doing grown-up things like going off to Thailand. However, let me put it on the record right here an now; he is officially banned from coming back, like so many do, with a fiancee or god forbid, a wife because I just couldn't handle it and I would be forced to run her off with some diabolical plan that I will be forced to hatch from my secret, underground, evil lair.
I know that he had to leave and that he will be better for it, but I agree with Baby Girl...I miss him already.
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I have to tell you ... the odds in vegas for desecrating a holy shrine while intoxicated are at 2/1. I'm also going with 3rd degree burns from passing out on beach in midday at a cool 3/1.
I'd say I would miss him, but that would mean that I actually liked to have him around :-) Tell Baby Girl that help is on the way in the form of Uncle Gandy Dancer !
I really wish the Canadian government would start monitoring your family a bit more, and possibly curtailing your rights to pass through their notoriously porous borders. You all certainly should not be permitted to enter a country as politically vulnerable as Thailand, and one as close to a highly contentious government as the one found in Burma.
Ah forget it, let him lead the revolution!
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