I love my brother

I just got a call from my brother, who’s in college a few hundred miles away. “Hi!” says he in an ultra-perky voice. “GF and I are in Boston today. I want to see you!!!”

I interject that I spent all of yesterday in the emergency room and the house looks like tornados have taken up temporary residence.

Perky brother: “I’ll help you clean!”

I consider. He is family. The girlfriend is either a) irrelevant or b) will be family some day. So yeah, I guess he’s coming over this afternoon. Although if you believe that he will be any help at all cleaning, you’ve never met him.

I suppose I better put on some clothes. But I haven’t eaten lunch. Everything tastes wrong today.

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Brenda currently lives in Stoneham MA, but grew up in Mineral WA. She is surrounded by men, with two sons, one husband and two boy cats. She plays trumpet at church, cans farmshare produce and works in software.

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