Wednesday, September 23, 2009

dear little brother

You are not being left out of the loop if I don't call you direct to tell you the same damn things I told Mom and asked her to pass on--that you've already heard because you called her to complain that I wasn't returning any of your twenty seven calls.

He's doing well, considering. No skin graft surgery this week (yay!). Dressing changes are a bitch. He hurts. I'm busy. We're tired. Yes, the economy sucks. No, I don't have any extra money you can borrow.

Dude. You are forty-something years old. Isn't it about time you man up like the rest of us?

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