Helen Keller at Midnight

Last night (actually in the wee hours of the morning) I was awoken by a text message on my phone. I wondered who in the heck would be texting me at that hour and of course I had to check and see who it was from. It turned out to be spam. (I guess that's what you get when you apply for jobs online...) Anyway, then I noticed that I had a missed call, a text, and a new voicemail from my brother Daniel. I ignored them because I didn't want to wake myself up so much that I couldn't fall back asleep. As I was trying to drift off to sleep again my pesky brain started thinking about the text and voicemail. The womanly worrisome part of my brain was on high alert. An annoying voice in my head was asking me questions like, "What if it's important?" No, I'll just check it tomorrow I stubbornly told myself. "But what if it's an emergency? What if there was some kind of accident? What if something happened to Meredith (my sister-in-law) or Peyton (my nephew)"? Fine!!! I'll check it!!! The text message simply said, "Are you still up?" Well, that didn't answer any of my annoying brain's questions. So I listened to the voicemail. It said....wait for it...."Why did Helen Keller's dog run away?" (I'm sure all of you know the punchline to that joke). But apparently it was new to my brother. He was giggling in the background! I rolled my eyes, told my brain "I told you so!", then grudgingly smiled and went back to sleep.

This morning I texted Daniel back. "Did you know Helen Keller had a dollhouse? No? Neither did she!" Now that is a funny joke!

Here's Daniel and Peyton watching some t.v. Boys. Sheesh.