Seems like every time I turn around my brothers are exploding, lost, or having their socks stolen.

On the one hand, it makes me worry. About them, and about possible weird genetic predispositions.

But on the other.... It really makes me wish I knew these people better. Ending up in these situations as often as they do... They must have good times ( Read more... )

( Happy, happy birthday! )

In Conner's mailbox this morning, there is a package with two packs of his favorite cigarettes, and a bottle of peroxide, with a note.

Conner,

Happy birthday! (I don't know if you wanted to keep it a secret, but... we have too many siblings for that. If it helps, I don't know how old you turned today. Unless it was yesterday. I'm not sure how fast ( Read more... )

Checking my phone messages has never been quite like this.

Apparently, two of my new siblings are now in the hospital. A good percentage, since I've only come across four thus far.
One of them got blown up! Tell me this isn't a common occurrence around here.

I'm slightly... okay, much less worried about Arthur; if you can make it to the hospital under ( Read more... )

I’ve decided, three days is more than long enough to act like a hodad and avoid the issue, so here goes nothing.

Apparently there’s a macking clan of people here who are related to each other via the Kirkland bloodline, so, me being part of that line, it seems a bunch of people here in liberty and out there on the wide blue internet are my siblings.

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Sent: 8:30 PM

Oh, my gosh, buddy
I. Have. Siblings.
Like a bunch of them.
I had no clue.