Brandon, I feel for you and your tale of the bizarre Thanksgiving. But here’s a little competition for you. As you know, my brother has been staying with us all weekend. He’s a fairly low-maintenance guest and yet his presence has thrown everything off. In fact, sometime yesterday I wishing he was on his way home. Andy’s been walking around with little clouds of steam escaping from his ears. He wanted me brother to be staying in a hotel this whole time. But was quite nice, accomodating. Anyway. Be that as it may, my brother left for the airport this afternoon at 3 to catch his return flight. I had some lunch and then a nap.

Then the phone rang.

My brother bought his return ticket for DECEMBER 27th. And just realized it NOW. Today, of course is NOVEMBER 27th. So as I write this, he’s on his way back here. And the soonest return flight he was able to get is TUESDAY.

O yeah. You know. Great. Great family time. Andy may kill me. So if for some reason I’m not at work tomorrow … it means I’m dead.