Shouts

We're surprised the person stuck with Brother hasn't dumped him off on our doorstep yet.  Surely between the cell bill for all of those texts, and then the fit he pitched this morning, when we finished cutting out and bagging pieces for two quilts, and sashing for another quilt, well, surely they are getting plenty annoyed with him.  Maybe we ought to poke out a basket, in case they might like to dump him and run.