Sitting around the table Wednesday night:

Brother One: Tess, I'll pay you fifteen bucks if you -

Me: You mean you'll give me fifteen of Mom's bucks?

Brother Two: No, no, I'll double his price if you do what he whatever he's about to say.

Me: Ok, what?

Brother One: At dinner tomorrow, if Uncle S--- is there, when we go around saying what we're thankful for, you say, "That the eight year reign of terror is over."

Me: I will *totally* say that.

Of course, we didn't ever get around to that part at Thanksgiving dinner, thanks to a lot of chaos. Oh well. It's probably better that way.