Bumkins and I visit the fam, while the Engineer travels the world for grad school.
In the news of my little world, this week we had a Merry Puke/Poop-mas, followed by flight delays lasting over a 100 hours (forreals). Brother seems to be a little shy to talk or hang out with me these days. I think my "situation" totally creeps him out and apparently his conflict style is avoidance. Or maybe he doesn't like the fact that someone is stealing his place as the "baby" of the family. Either way, I figure publicly airing out our issue might bring some resolution?
Happy New Year's Eve, friends! Have a glass of champagne for me, and a New Year's kiss for that matter.