Pre Pick-Up Jitters

I have to pick up my brother at the airport in a two hours and I'm nervous.  We haven't exactly gotten along very well and I'm hoping this week won't be a complete disaster.  Since there is a 16 year difference between us (he's the oldest), we never really had a lot of bonding.  Him putting me in a big box, completely taping it shut, punching air holes in it, and leaving it in the basement, then turning up him music all the way so no one will find me for three hours when I was four was more of him style.

I'm hoping he won't be a complete jerk this week and lock me in the laundry room or something.  I, on the other hand, am going to do my usual nice self (but I might rub it in his face a little that I got a Jag and he never got one).  If he's not nice to me by the end of this week, then it's on like Donkey Kong.

But, I really am going to try my best to get along with each other.  I have to remind him that I'm his little sister, and I demand love.