You’re the boss, Brandice

I learned a lot this weekend

Note: I have 2 cousins who I will call K and H for this post. H is the older sister of K. :) Carry on.

Saturday was Christmas with my moms family. Apparently one of my younger cousins, K,  has been bitter all these years due to some remarks I made as a child and teenager. I think my favorite was when she told me, that I told her, “You can’t ride in my car, you’re not a teenager.” Teenagers are the picture of stupidity.

K’s the same younger cousin that told the neighbor to go to “you know where.” She also flipped off a school bus full of children. Which was bad for her since her mother was a teacher then. They all exited the bus and went straight to my Aunts classroom to tell on her.

One magical Christmas, so long ago…well it was magical for H and K anyway, Santa brought them the Nintendo. Santa also brought my other cousins a Nintendo that same Christmas. I guess Santa didn’t like me as much as he liked them. I never got a Nintendo…ever.

Apparently, K found that it was unfair for me and H to play Nintendo without her. This isn’t true because we clearly let her play with the Duck Hunt gun. It may not have been actually plugged into the Nintendo, but it’s still part of the Nintendo and we let her play.

These were H’s rules. She played Mario, I played Luigi, and K got the gun. Now, this is the part where my bitterness comes in. In order for me to actually get a turn playing Luigi, H had to mess up and kill Mario. This NEVER happened, because H never died. She’s like the James Bond of Super Mario Brothers. If she did let me play Mario, I’d die almost immediately. There was never a reason for me to even bother. Which is why I think she let me be Luigi in the first place. If by some chance she did die, she wouldn’t have to wait long for me to die, then it would be her turn again.

I will take credit for the stone retainer wall we tore apart in order to find hidden treasure (they got in SO much trouble for that); jumping from really high places because I was convinced we could fly if we’d just climb higher and try harder; setting traps in the woods to catch a pet bunny rabbit; playing on top of waterfalls; and not letting K play with us unless she jumped in the pool in the middle of winter. I will not take credit for the Nintendo incidents, I will blame H.