To understand the details.

I like to focus on the itty bitty things. The details of life.

Oh, who am I kidding? Myself? Not at all? You, my friends? Not if you know me. I wouldn't fuss over a detail if it would create world peace. *blink* Bad example. I digress.

I came home from work, dying to take off my shoes (seriously, what possessed me to think that after a summer of wearing nothing but flat-shoes that I could wear a 4" heel and have no consequence for my foolishness?)... and found (look at the digression. Impressive, wot? See? Details! Sing-it when you read it. DeTAilssssss!)... that my brother has on his day off done the following:

a) cleaned the powder room (not my level of clean, but a noticeable attempt)
b) vacuumed the halls and living room. Again. (I had done this yesterday)
c) put the "no, our dog isn't allowed up on the furniture" covers on said furniture.
d) laid away the various shit he dumped on my dining room table. (This had to have taken him an hour. There was a lot of crap there that belongs in his world.)
e) tidied up the remote controls. (We honestly should be running a space station with the number of remotes we have. If we have one that remotely flushes the toilet, I won't be surprised.)
f) organized the recycling (a day ahead of schedule!)
and lastly:
g) did some grocery shopping. (WHAT? No! Really? Voluntarily? ON HIS OWN? Holy Kimcheeze!)

Once I came out of my shock, I immediately put on shoes (flat) and went out to get a lottery ticket for Wednesday's draw. Lightening might strike twice. (Unlikely, but miracles clearly (see items a-g) do happen.)

Please note: I'm sure there's an ulterior motive to why he did this. I don't care what it is. Well. Unless it involves him bringing home some girl. Because, frankly, his taste in women is appalling. Vapid, giggling and with that anime-giddy-girlie voice. I don't let vapid in the house. (Except, the dog. He's pretty vapid.)