little bitty girl

My brother has some oversized posters that he needs to frame and hang.

Friday

"We have to get frames to hang these posters."

"O.K"

"OHMIGOD! These frames are so bloody expensive"

"Whatever"

"You gotta help me hang these posters"

"O.K"

"Do you think these frames come with nails?"

"Hmm...not likely. I think you might need tape to adhere them to the backboard."

Later on that night.

"Are you going to help me put up these posters?"

"Yes, I said I would"

"You're not helping"

"It's 12:30 at night. I am going to bed"

Random shuffling sounds.

"OHMIGOD! This is more complicated than I thought! I think we need tape"

Silence

Saturday Morning

"What are we doing today?"

"I thought we would go to Soho?"

"Maybe the East Village also....When are we going to put these posters up"

"I thought you said we needed to leave soon"

"We do! Let's go!!! What 'bout the posters?"

"Geez, Ken! That's what Sunday is for"

Thank God, I only see him once in awhile.