Okay, this happened about an hour ago, and I thought I'd share it.

So my brother was up in Santa Cruz with his friends today, and was due home late. At the same time, my parents and I were searching the house and our yard in the dark because I'd forgotten to lock our cat in. After an extensive search, we gave up and decided to wait for the cat to turn up.

Now, I'd like you to keep in mind that my dad hates our cat. If he was in a room with the cat and Osama Bin Laden and given a gun with one bullet, he'd probably use it on the cat. Just thought I'd let you know.

Anyway, the cat finally turned up, and my dad came into my room to tell me so. At the exact moment that dad opened his mouth to speak, my brother came in the front door and called out, 'I'm home!'

Dad: Well, Puke Face is home.

Me: So I hear.

My dad was halfway down the hallway before he finally got it. And me? I'm kind of praying that my brother got drunk or something. That would be awesome.