Steph is looking for a babysitter.

Steph is looking for a babysitter.

There were no less than 36 texts on the sibling group chat when I woke up this morning.
That’s 36 too many for Steph.



This seems to have been the theme of the bachelor party weekend. Here’s 5 different texts over 3 days:





I texted Jeremy for assistance with a particularly confusing 8th grade math problem (shut up), and I will admit that he was super helpful and did give me the answer.
But this is what happens when you ask a PhD student for help.


Kid (after her brother ran away from her): “He always does that when I try to give him a hug.”
Me: “My brothers used to do that too when I tried to hug them!” (False. Never tried to hug them).
Kid: “You have brothers? How old are they?”
Me: “Well, they’re younger than me, so…”
Kid: “SIXTY-TWO?!”

For the past year, Jeremy has been asking me to post the following voicemail from Zack, because it is absurd.
I personally agree that it’s hilarious, but I felt it was funny only if you actually know Zack, (and all his “Zack-isms”), and know Jeremy (and all his “What-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-you-isms.”) Bottom line– I’m not sure it’s entertaining if you don’t know our family.
“Dude. You could say that about literally 100% of your posts about us,” Jeremy replied.
Ok yeah.
So here you go.
A few things to know before listening:
Enjoy.

“This family is a bunch of aristocrats…can’t even get themself….themself….themselve…fuck it never mind” (walks away).
— Jeremy, reacting to the fact that we have no American cheese in the house.