I was out late last night, on a school night no less. I was attending a work/social function and didn't get home til about midnight. Once I got there, I drained the Brita pitcher, took two Tylenol (pre-emptive strike) and then layed down on the bed, keeping one foot on the floor to keep it from spinning.

It was in that state when the phone rang right around one o'clock in the morning. WHO THE HELL WAS CALLING ME AT 1AM??? I dragged my ass out of bed, stumbled to the phone and looked: a 604 number, so it was someone from back home. I vaguely recognized the number as one of my brothers' cell phone so I answered it a bit gruffly as I headed back to bed. I was steeling myself somewhat, because the only time someone calls that late at night it's either bad news or a booty call.

Fortunately it was good news for a change. My little baby brother is having a baby of his own, and he and my middle brother were celebrating and decided to call me, forgetting that I'm on a different time zone. So I'm going to be an uncle. The next question is how old does a baby have to be before I can give it some mountain dew and hand him/her back off to the parents just before bedtime and go home? :)

I haven't spoken to my parents yet, but I imagine they're pretty chuffed about the whole idea of grandkids, especially after playing surrogate grandparents to JoJo, their "grand-dog" for the last year or two.. heh heh.