...when the dog bites, when the bee stings...

As the official mail recipient of my office, I sort all the junk and snag all the fun stuff that was sent to former employees. Today I swiped a postcard with the image of a human brain slathered in drippy, Barbie-pink paint. It makes me feel happy and giggly and now I have it resting in a frame next to my phone.

I'm not sure what this means.

Outing My Brother

This morning my eyes popped open and I discovered I was an Adult with a capital A.

I was talking to my beloved younger brother last night and after hanging up the phone I found myself worried with a capital W. I've watched myself increase this part of how I care for him throughout our lives but this time it bled into my self conscious and this time instead of yelling at him I woke up realizing I needed to help him, not advise him to death.

I still called at 7:30a and yelled at him.

The boy won't do his taxes. He runs his own business and the IRS is going to hunt him down and drag him away in chains. It took a while for me to realize this, but I have to admit, my reasons for helping him came out of a selfish place. I'd like my brother to be at my wedding and I'd like to not have to get a second job to bail him out of jail.

So I'm going to take it upon myself to figure out his taxes. This should be fun considering I'm a secretary with a Theatre degree. He may as well have his cat's help.

I now understand the meaning of parental-big-sister love. Cover their butt so yours doesn't get whipped.

Fear + Experience + Responsibility = Adult with a capital M...for Martyr.

This might have something to do with the fact I'm currently being audited.