buh-bye

So my brother's gone. Finally. I don't even remember how it happened. One day he just said to me that he was trying to leave and he was trying to do it soon. Then voila, the impossible happened. My lethargic, sofa-ridden, free-loading brother left. He went and bought a bus ticket with money my grandmother had given him and he was gone. Just like that.

Although my house is much quieter now, its also much cleaner and more relaxing.

But not even a week later, my mother informs me that she's coming down for a week, at least, and she's bringing her dog. She's been living in Virginia for the past couple of weeks (don't even ask, its a boring, complicated story) and she can't have her dog with her there. My dad has been watching my mom's dog in Pennsylvania. And although he's only watching it for a short time, I think he's fallen in love with her. He calls me all the time to talk about the dog, which is funny because he was cursing my mom for leaving the dog with him in the first place.

Anyway, my mom wants to spend time with me and her dog, so she's decided to bring the pup down to Savannah with her. Not even a week alone in my house and I've got another visitor and dog coming to visit. At least this visitor will contribute to the grocery bill and won't keep me up until 3a.m. playing Xbox.