Just Call Me Milly

I live in a house of 7 tormenting little brothers.

With the exception of one, I have grown up with all of these guys since they were barely walking (I actually remember 'babysitting' some of them!). Of those, with the exception of two, they are practically my little brothers, being in ministry together and our families spending much time together over the years. And of course, one of those really is my little brother, who urges them all on to bigger and better teasing. All of them, missing their own sisters to torment, heap on my poor head all the teasing they can muster.

They call me Maid - affectionately so, I like to imagine. They like to choose interesting outfits in town that they think I should wear, they like to make up all sorts of deficiencies in my completed tasks, and they all are convinced that I owe my brother $20 from a bargain we made 15 years ago. (As I recall, I paid my debt, but they all think otherwise.)

It's almost like Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, except I really am a sister and not a wife captured against my will.

*sigh*

At the end of the day (and usually in the middle of the day too), it is very nice to have my own room to lock myself into. I'm fairly certain I would start knocking heads together otherwise. :)

Oh...here's proof. :)