Right now I'm on vacation. In St. George. With my family.
MY side of the family. Which means we didn't eat at Chuck-A-Rama today, we ate at Mongolian BBQ. Well some of us did--those who hadn't just poured themselves a bowl of cereal.
It also means that my apostate brother is here. Remember my apostate brother?
Well we've been chillaxing together. Laughing. Talking. Eating. Swimming. The works.
Then suddenly tonight he says to me, "So you haven't blogged today."
"I'm on vacation!" I said.
"But you didn't blog yesterday either. I keep checking your blog for the update and there's nothing."
I was like, "Are you worried I'm going to say something embarrassing about your spandex biking outfit?"
And he was like, "No, I just want to see what's going on in your life."
"UUUUUUHHHHHHH! DUDE! I'm right HERE! In front of you. You can ask me what's going on yourself!"
Is that the funniest story you've ever heard, or what?
So if you don't mind, I'd like to take this opportunity to tell my apostate brother what's going on in my life.
Dearest Stephen, right now I'm on vacation in St. George.
But thanks for asking.