Houston, We Have a Problem
September 22, 2011 § 4 Comments
The best way to avoid a problem is to worry about it profusely.
Worry yourself to restless sleep.
Worry all day long.
Worry even when people tell you it will be fine. That way, the thing you’re worrying about will never happen. This actually works. I do it all the time.
Unfortunately, we’ve got a pretty big problem. So big, in fact, that all the worrying I did before didn’t help. At least not very much. At all.
I don’t want to tell you what’s wrong.
I don’t want to write it here because I don’t want it to be true.
But I will write it here.
In a minute.
He doesn’t want his baby brother.
There. I said it.
I’ve known this for a while but I’ve been holding out on you. Hoping I could eventually post some pithy little story about how Hiram wasn’t too sure about e-Lou at first but now he’s all a-flutter with excitement.
Alas, still not really all a-flutter.
I’ve been working on this post for the last hour and the content (all brilliant and important, of course) has far exceeded my self-imposed per-post-word-count limit. So. I’m starting a new series. Hopefully a short-lived series of short little pithy stories on how we identified, grappled with and eventually resolved this little problem of ours.