10 fingers, 10 toes

There has been yet another addition to my family of disfunction.

At about 8:30 Friday night, Brady was born.

For those of you who don't know, Brady is my brand new little brother. My father, 55, is now in charge of an infant. I guess he is planning on retiring in a few months. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that this is not how he planned to spend his golden years.

But rejoice! There is a new baby among us! I went to see him, and what can I say: he is a baby. He has a lot of hair. He's . . . definitely a baby.

I must point out, however, that in the last 2 weeks, I have witnessed a wedding for my mother and a new birth for my father.

My family: very fucked up