Aim:
To assess the accuracy of my paranoia and suspicion.
Method:
By voicing my concerns and fears on my blog, dated 2 full weeks before Shitmas, I will be able to determine the accuracy of my suspicions based on comparison after the event.
That is, I suspect my brother is up to not only no good, but full blown evil and being someone who prides herself on being switched on, suspicious even, I am prepared to stick my neck out and be judged on my cynical prowess.
Yoga Boy of course, got me in the Shitmas draw - (That's what she said.... LOLOLOL)
He has told me he will be making my gift.
Just the other night, he spent a good deal more time than usual online and I could hear stifled giggles and worse.
When asked, "What's so funny?", there was no response.
hmmmmm
Not too long later, I heard Hell Boy go into the study, the scene of the crime while I was showering, and then I heard this alarming comment from him,
"Nahhh, I wouldn't do that."
Now, there's not much Hell Boy wouldn't do if he thought it was funny, so I'm taking this very seriously indeed.
Then I heard the printer.
And no more since.
So, sitting up in bed, I had a little think about it.
And this is what I came up with.
If I was in Yoga Boy's position, and had to make me something truly God awful for Shitmas, these are the options I would consider:
- Photo Shopping a pic of me into a Rorter's jersey
- joining me as a Rorter's member
I cannot think of too many other things that would shit me to tears.
Perhaps a Southern Cross decal on the car.
My money's on the first option, and it's a good thing because if I'm right, I'll need these two weeks at least, to mentally adjust sufficiently to be able to accept such an abomination with good grace.
Conclusion:
TBA December 24th, 2008 EST.
