i’ve been sitting here at my dad’s home since 10:30, waiting for my brother who said he’d be picking us up for 11:00 lunch. it is now 12:30 and i just got the email from my brother saying he was running late and to expect him by 1:00, which i know from experience means to err on the side of 2:00.
i’ve always been jealous that i didn’t get my brother’s karate kid good looks gene, but i’m more than grateful that i at least got the damn punctuality gene.
