A few days ago, my brother had indirectly accused me of being pregnant since I haven’t drank any alcohol. (Reminder: one of my New Year’s resolutions was to cut out alcohol).

So he kept asking me to drink his drink because he wasn’t convinced. So I did. (I’m not counting the one sip, it is what it is). Afterwards he went back down stairs and left it alone.

Tonight at dinner, he brought up New Year’s resolutions. Brandon apparently joked his was cutting sweets (like he didn’t order Girl Scout cookies the other day – 3 boxes of them). So, I mention that I gave up alcohol.

It’s like a light bulb went on in my brothers eyes as he put two and two together. Then goes, “Alright, which ones are yours so I can drink them.” As he opens the fridge.

It’s even funnier to me to have the same conversation with my brother sober and my brother drunk with two different outcomes. Keeps life interesting in our house.