Wednesday, August 4, 2010

I'm not the youngest.

Nearly any time I meet a new person and they ask me about my family, it goes down like this:

"So how many siblings to you have?"

"I have three brothers."

"Oh neat. So where do you fall in the line up?"

"I'm the third."

"Oh okay so you're the youngest then."

"....*sigh*.... no. No, I'm not."

Sure. I could talk to them like an idiot and explain the math as though they never passed 1st grade...

"Well you see I have three brothers, which gives us a grand total of four boys, since I'm not technically my own brother. If you take the three of my siblings and then add me to the mix, you still with me? We good? It makes sense on paper."

I just don't want to.

Anyway there was a nice sunset last night. Here's a picture I took from my deck.

Nice view, eh? Eh??


1 comment:

  1. So what's it like being the youngest? Must be awkward.