Did I mention? My brother, Adam, moved out today. I’ve been doing a little my-brother-has-moved-out-dance since he left at noon.
I love him and everything, but a girl needs her space. Especially when that girl has a husband. Especially when that girl and her husband like to have wild, freaky, loud, still-on-the-honeymoon-type sex on the living room sofa. Or the coffee table. Or on the kitchen counter. Or in the shower. Or. Or. Or.
I’m not an awful sister. Seriously. He asked to stay for two weeks. He ended up staying for five months. I think I’ve been very generous.
This is going to be a short entry as Husband and I have a lot of catching up to do.