This is NOT okay

 Vocab word of the day: ludicrous

It was Tuesday afternoon and I had just decided to take a break from homework and go to the beach.  On the walk over to the beach I had the thought to call my little brother.  It had been a while since I had chatted with him, so I thought, what the heck, pulled up his name in my contacts and gave him a ring.  As the phone rang, I was thinking of what I should say when he answered. (I always try to think of interesting or exciting ways to respond when the person on the other end says, "Hello?", such as using a poorly delivered foreign accent) I finally resolved to say something along the lines of, "Heeeeey Micycle!! Haha...i just called you micycle...it's a cross between Michael and bicycle..get it???"  But then it happened.

The phone stopped ringing and on the other side a deep man's voice answered, "Hello?".  I stared at my phone. Did I dial the wrong number on accident? I checked. Nope. The screen read "Michael."  Hmm...maybe it's one of his friends answering for him, I thought.  "Yeah, hey," I said.  "Who is this?" said the man.  "Um...it's, you know, Anne," I said quizzically.  "Oh. Hey Anne," said the voice.  I was stumped.  "Who is this?" I demanded.  "Ha! Stop being stupid Anne," came the deep-voiced reply.  It was certainly a Michael-like thing to say, but I wasn't sure.  It hadn't been that long since I last talked to my brother, had it? Surely I would recognize his voice.
"No really," I said, "Who is this?".
"You're dumb. You know who it is," he said.
"Err...is this really Michael?" I questioned.
"Duh...", he said.
"What. Really? Are you sick or something?", I asked.
"No....", he said.
"Look, is this Michael for real?", I demanded. 
"Yeeees. You're stupid!" Michael was becoming frustrated.
"Okay, okay, okay," I said, finally believing. "You're voice just sounds so...deep..."
"You're so stupid Anne! It's always been this deep!" Michael scoffed.
"Yeah, it was deep before, but now you sound like a man," I said.
"I hate you," Michael joked.

Seriously guys.  It took me a good 10 minutes before I even would believe it was Michael, and every once and I while I had to keep checking, because I refused to believe that voice belonged to this guy:














And not some guy that looks like this:

Once I was thoroughly convinced it was Michael and not Barry White, we actually had a really great conversation about Psych and how awesome that show is.  I love my brother.  I just can't believe he's that old.  Also, my mom told me she saw him holding a girl's hand the other day and I had a freakout moment.  I guess he's 17, but I still see him as the little blonde kid taking a poop on the driveway.  (See my post dedicated to Michael for the whole story...) Anywayz...I guess I'm getting old and my brother is too. It's just weird!