Wednesday, October 12

Brotherly Love, or "We are an adorably pragmatic family."

I got an email from my brother in Arkansas: there is a birthday gift from him waiting at my local Lowes. Okay, I'm intrigued. For days I wracked my brain trying to guess what he could have possibly thought up. Last night I finally made it there. I gave the woman at the customer service counter the order number.

"What is it?"

"I don't know. It's a gift. For my birthday."

She looks it up on the computer then turns around with eyes wide.
"CHEMICAL GLOVES? That's your birthday gift?" Laughter ensued.

I dyed my hand black.

Then I remembered mentioning in a recent email that I had a glove failure and dyed my hand black. Never again! Thanks Russ.