Too Much Of A Good Thing
The brother-in-law called me up at work yesterday, asking if it would be okay if he swung by tonight, “say, around 8pm?”
“Sure,” I told him. I was more than a bit curious why he wanted to stop by, but I figured his wife was driving him crazy and he needed a break 
Eight o’clock eventually lumbers around and there’s Shannon hulking frame knocking at the door, freaking out the cat who went from cute-n-cuddly to “wanna rip someone’s throat out” in the blink of an eye. In walks the BiL, who begins to tell me how sorry he was that he missed my birthday, and that he wanted to make up for it. From his pockets he slowly begins to produce a multitude of colorful objects that I instantly recognized as various flavors of Rubik’s Cubes.
4x4, 5x5, Hollow Cube, 2x2
Nerdgasm!
I’ve been threatening Karin that I was going to buy a new 4×4 cube, but she kept telling me to hold off, that she had something planned. I guess she knew that Shannon had these cubes en route.
Being the hardcore closet geek that I am, I was shocked that someone would go out of their way to hook a brother up like this. Many thanks, Shannon!
That’s a neat little collection of Rubik’s Cubes.