Less than two weeks ago, I received the following text from Zack:
So, being the good, caring sister that I am, I gave the appropriate dramatic, concerned response.
We then proceeded to have an in depth, highly detailed and descriptive discussion of his symptoms. Niagra Falls was used as a metaphor to describe the intensity. And, again, like a good, caring sister, I listened and offered sympathy.
Flash forward 13 days, he sent me this video of his dinner tonight:
No. I’m out.
This morning, as I was running at 6am after having been sick all week, I started to doubt my ability to run this upcoming Philadelphia marathon.
But then I remembered that I ran my very first marathon a few years ago with an extremely painful UTI (don’t ask. I discovered it too late. And I’d come too far).
And my sister ran a half marathon with a bladder full of kidney stones.
And my brother ran a half marathon with two extremely chafed, stinging, bleeding nippples.
And we ALL finished our races. And made pretty good time! Which just goes to show.
My family is disgusting.
We really should take better care of ourselves.
Or maybe the question is “Which brother is MORE wrong?”
I wouldn’t know, as I lost the ability to understand what the fuck they were saying about 3 comments in.
Can’t wait for 2 full weeks of this nonsense in the Outer Banks….
Zack emailed the family a very simple, benign question related to our upcoming family vacation in the Outer Banks:
A simple yes or no would have sufficed.
(Part of the Emails From My Brothers series.)
For reference, Jeremy is temporarily (we hope) back in the basement.
Text conversation between Dad and my brother Jeremy (Jeremy in green).
Zack’s having a tough time getting to my apartment for sibling dinner.
(part of the Emails From My Brothers series)
Jeremy was supposed to arrive at my apartment tonight between 5-6pm. He is coming from DC.