Ben Franklin had it right... "Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days."

I've been away from my computer for the last seven days because my brother was visiting from Ohio and he was using my office (where the computer is located) as his bedroom. Even though I had my trusty laptop, I didn't have time to use it because, when I had some time to spare, I was being forced to play the good host.

I just put him on a plane back to his home back east, so hopefully things will get back to normal.

After a week's visit:

1. Sammy was homicidal. When he hit on the gals at the hoity-toity winery we took him to, Sammy was embarrassed. When he criticized the offerings for dinner, Sammy was ticked. When he insisted on traipsing around the house in his posing pouch-style briefs, belching, farting and swearing, that was it... I had to pry a large kitchen knife out of Sammy's hand a couple times...
2. I was broke. We'd go out to dinner (on the nights he wasn't criticizing the food Sammy made) and I would have to pay. He wanted to get an iPod Touch and wasn't a member of the warehouse club that had the lowest prices, so I put it on my card, expecting to be reimbursed in cash. Nope. He didn't even offer to pay for his light rail ticket back to the airport! He did break down and spend a few bucks of his own at the dollar store though...
3. The house was a wreak. He left clothes, half-eaten food and beer cans everywhere he went. Sammy and I were like a 24-hour a day maid service. And he insisted on bathing in a dollar-a-gallon aftershave that smelled like Bigfoot's dick (see the Sex Panther scene from Anchorman for details http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpS1mPvdFLo). I've got all the windows open to clear the air, and it's only 45 outside...

As I was saying goodbye at the light rail, he tells me that he has enough air miles for a free plane ticket and wants to come back out in the summer. Sammy and I can't wait...