I'll take the partially used one, thanks.

Every year on our birthdays, my brother and I each get a box in the mail from our grandmother (hence forth referred to as G$ or The Force, for reasons I will leave to a later post). The boxes have gotten better the older we get and it is always the highlight of the week. The arrival of said package is immediately followed by a phone call, first to the other sibling & then to our parents.

Me: "Dude - guess what's sitting on my front porch?"
Chris: "G$'s Box O'Birthday Wonders?"
Me: "You know it."
Some of the past years' winners include:
- a two pound can of baked beans
- beef stroganoff mix
- a giant can of off-brand chicken chunks (in water)
- a pair of ceramic garden bunnies (those were in Chris's box - HA)
- some weird plug-in tong thing that you put in your drink to heat it up (if anyone knows what the hell this thing is called, I'd appreciate you telling me)
- a cat toy (for my cat, not me)
- a crushed box of brownie mix with a piece of chewed gum stuck to the top of it

But the winner came this year & the ceramic bunnies slipped to second place. I may have cried and/or peed my pants a little when I opened it. It was a box of Carnation Instant Breakfast, from which 3 of the 10 packets were missing. And it expired in 2005. Sometimes she shops in her pantry.

I decided that it would be unfair to keep such a treasure all to myself, so I sent it to Miles. Hopefully he'll give it to one of his brothers (or back to me) on the next birthday.

We aren't friends so stop trying.

My brother has mice. Ok, I had mice but only a few & they're all dead now, thank you.

When I first found out they were in my home, I was disgusted. It was when I caught my cat watching one of the brazen little bastards toodle across my living room floor that I became pissed. But after a good deal of investigation, I learned that at least half of Richmond homes are infested with these Barbie & Friends fur coats to-be, at which point they became more tolerable and on some (sick) level, cute. The senitment was short lived.

And now, sitting in my brother's dining room slash library, it literally sounds like a reinactment of the annual halloween D.C. High Heels Drag Queen Race in the ceiling above me. Trust me - those bitches got skillz. And some loud-ass shoes.

Do-over

Ok, skipping the formalities. No, I haven't blogged in almost seven months and, yes (duh), I'm aware of this. A briefing on life since July:

1. Started my second year at the Brandcenter.
2. Christmas came.
3. (Standard brandcenter a-social existence between #1. and #2.)
4. Started my last semester at the Brandcenter.



And here we are.