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.
My Truant Pen 