Monday

My brother's birthday is Wednesday, and he has to spend it in damp, cold, flannel-y, Kurt Cobain playing, gray Fort Lewis near Seattle. Away from his wife, family, and friends. I put a package in the mail today filled with Chips Ahoy, pepperoni (He can eat the hell out of pepperoni), sunflower seeds, beef jerky, and a David Cross stand-up CD. I got to talk to him a bit ago, and he's doing OK. He's learning some Farsi and is tired of waiting around.

He sent me a text the other day that read, "Sodomize Intolerance!"

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B and I returned from Spring Break-Out 2009! last evening. It was a fab trip--Madtown, Chi-town, State Street, a noodle house, dancing, Wisconsin brewed beer, local wine, my fave kids J and E, liberal bumper stickers, lesbian bookstores, new Tibetan prayer flags, the Chicago Art Institute, a meal Al Capone would be jealous of, Millennium Park, Obama fever, Michigan Ave., and a 24-hour pool. Yes, please. I'll post pictures soon.

I haven't even checked my bank account and have no desire to do so.