Favorite quote of the week, "a freaking shark!"

SharkBoy the day before he entered Air Force basic training. 3 years later, today the Air Force shipped him off the Germany for a month. Goodbye my little mancub sharkboy.

Setting: Friday evening. My brother calls to ask why I haven't returned his voice mail yet. "I called you Wednesday night, well, maybe Thursday morning. It was kind of late." We chat for a few minutes, and he tells me that on Wednesday he went to the dentist for a toothache, and they pulled 3 teeth while he was there. Thankfully, he also mentioned he was taking some painkillers after having his teeth pulled. Otherwise, the following voice mail would have been a little disturbing.

I never check my voice mails, but I made an exception this one time. And oh am I glad I did. Please make sure you read this in your very best, drugged up, freaked out, OMG, voice.

"Erin, this is your brother. This is Scott. I'm your brother. Erin, they pulled my teeth, Erin. They pulled them! And it hurt. Three teeth, three. I'm a freaking shark, Erin! A freaking shark!"

Oh, and he left the message at 4 a.m.