little brother

My brother is back in town. So, he's shacking up at my house.
Consider yourself a very good friend if you just said to yourself..."again!"

Yes, whenever I have a genuine relative is in need of a place to "get things together", they seem to end up at my house.

But you know what, I'm happy to do it. You wanna know why? Because someday I might need a place to stay and I'll have a lot of options. Maybe my kids might need a place to stay. The whole thing is good Karma.

What this entire thing translates into is that I've spent the day moving my very, very precious scrapbook supplies around to make space for my little brother.

He's a good kid and didn't ask for more than the sofa and will never know what a sacrifice it was to give him my scrapbook room.

Wish me luck because the day before projects are due and I can't find a darn thing, I'll be cursing the very idea.