She’ll be tough, but he’ll always have the tum tum.


She’ll be tough, but he’ll always have the tum tum.


From late December.






(loosely related to other Family Communication posts, all with the running theme that this family barely qualifies as a family.)
There was a faint rumor (aka, Steph mentioned it once) weeks ago that Mom and Dad were going to come to NY next weekend for Dad’s birthday, and the whole family was going to go to dinner. Naturally, no one has heard anything since. So I decided (like a fucking Lerman Family amateur) to check in with the siblings and see if anyone had information…


As usual, no one knows a goddamn thing.
So I decided to go to the source, and brought Mom and Dad into the conversation.
Which just goes to show that in 35 years being a member of this family, I have learned zero things.






9 years later…..

P.S. Steph literally did nothing.
One paragraph for Steph/Andrew, one paragraph for me/Eric.
The boys share a sentence.

Dad: “You can’t post things that are going to make me worry.”

On the phone with my mom…
Mom: “So I guess Dad and I are never getting our car back, huh?”
Me: “Ummm, incorrect. I sent Dad an entire email detailing how Zack is going to drive it back to Maryland next weekend.”
Mom: “Oh, Dad didn’t tell me.”
Me: “Shocking.”
Mom: “Well, next time you email information like that, just include me on it, because Dad doesn’t tell me anything.”
Me: “Ok.”
Mom: “Actually, you know. There’s a secret way you can include me on the email, so he can’t even see.”
Me: “There IS?!?!?”
Mom: “Yes it’s called a blind copy.”

Steph and Andrew are going apple picking with their friends instead of hanging out with us. We are jealous and decided to poke.




Eric and I let Zack borrow our (Dad’s) car for the weekend. He returned it to the garage last night, which is about 7 blocks from our apartment.
Also please note how he totally threw his girlfriend under the bus.


Today is Mom’s 70th birthday. She is very busy.



Someone destroyed my parents’ mailbox in Potomac. Mom sent this email:

Followed by this email:

I can’t even by offended by this. When I saw the photo, sitting on my couch in NYC, even I wondered if I did it.
Just seems like something I’d do.