I was so angry with my brother last week that I could have gladly thrown him out of my car.
He and I were heading out for a night of fun.
This was going to be the last chance we were going to have for it to be just him and I before I got married. He told me he had the best wedding present he could give me; all planned out. I was thinking it was going to be an early bachelor party, but that was not good enough for my brother. He had made a reservation for us at the gym. He wanted us to take classes with a personal trainer so I could get in shape for the wedding. He tried to convince me how much better my suit would look on me, and how much easier it would be to dance if I were in shape. He reminded me how the last time he and his wife and my fiancé and I had all gone out and danced, and I was winded before the end of the first song. He thought that a personal trainer would be the perfect gift for me for the next six weeks. I wanted to be mad at him, but I couldn’t. I just asked him if he was sure a personal trainer was necessary? He hedged and told me a personal trainer was unnecessary. He thought it’d be a good chance for us to spend some quality time before I got tied down like he was. I poked him in his soft belly and asked if this was his wife’s idea? He told me Lily had suggested it, but he made the reservation.