Well, first off some good news: Last night I talked to my brother and I said, "Look, I'm going to be the bigger man here..." and I talked to him about the whole washcloth thing. I wasn't shocked at all when he told me that he was thinking the exact same thing that I was and just didn't want to ask about it. When I woke up this morning the washcloth was gone, and thus, another chapter has ended. In other news, I just got a phonecall from Roberto (of James and Roberto) who wanted to know if I'd be an usher at his wedding. I gladly accepted, though after I got off the phone I realized, "Wait a minute...they're both men. When someone shows up, what will I say? 'Grooms side or...grooms side?' Gah!" Just something to think about. Later.