So, I wake up this morning to find that Mikey has struck again. As if my life isn't already chaotic enough with all the battles we have to fight and the endless stream of inventions I'm working on, now I have to deal with him drawing on my face while I sleep.
I mean, seriously? What possesses someone to do something like that? It's not like he doesn't know how much time and effort it takes for me to wash off whatever nonsense he decides to put on my face. And let's not even get started on the fact that ink is not exactly good for your skin.
But of course, trying to reason with Mikey is like talking to a brick wall. He just laughs it off and says something about adding some color into my life or bringing out my artistic side. Like I need help in either of those departments.
Sometimes I wonder if he does these things just because he knows it'll get a rise out of me. Maybe he thinks it's funny watching me squirm or getting frustrated over something so trivial as marker scribbles on my face.
And yet, despite all his annoying quirks and antics, there's still a part of me that can't help but appreciate having Mikey around. Sure, he may drive me crazy most days and push all the wrong buttons at times, but deep down inside, there's no denying that our bond as brothers runs deeper than any practical joke or prank could ever tear apart.
At the end of the day, no matter how many times Mikey messes with me or tests my patience (which seems never-ending when dealing with him), I know that we're in this together - fighting against evil forces by day and putting up with each other’s shenanigans by night.
So yeah...thanks for brightening up another one of my mornings in your own special way,Mikey . Just remember karma always comes back around – who knows what surprises you might wake up tomorrow!