I was a bit tired at work today, understandably, and I slipped into my regular non-work persona when I called my sister today. The contractor happened to be there as well. I let them both know that I had no idea what I was doing on this remodel and that I had some misgivings on Chinese design of parts. The words I used were a bit more blunt and now anyone near my cube at work knows I’m a foul-mouthed racist.

It’s my sister’s birthday and I haven’t gotten her anything yet. I usually ask her what she wants and she usually tells me about November. It’s good that I’m not the only indecisive person in the family.

My mom, sister, and brother-in-law all went out to dinner tonight for my sister’s birthday. When they got back here, my brother-in-law said he wanted a pipe and I thought he wanted a scrap of the galvanized steel plumbing I cut out of the basement last week. He’s an odd guy at times, so I didn’t think much of it. Turns out he was looking for one of my dad’s old tobacco pipes. My sister and I were so sick of smelling smoke when we were growing up up that I gave away all the pipes and none of us — me, my mom, or my sister — wanted anything that smelled that foul. There are plenty of good memories of my dad without those malodorous things.