When I got home from work Friday night, the pets greeted me at the door as usual, but Greg did not. A minute later, he walked out of the bedroom with bleary eyes and a slight look of confusion.

“I’m home a little late because of football,” I said. “We got papers back late because they had to get all the games in.”

“Yeah, um, I was starting to get worried,” Greg said, though I could tell he had no idea what it time it was. I suspiciously raised an eyebrow at him.

“But then I got sleepy,” he said.

“Yeah, you were really worried,” I said. “So worried, and yet you somehow managed to fall asleep.”

Greg and I usually have an actual breakfast on Sunday morning instead of our standard bowl of cereal. Yesterday was no different.

“So what do you want this morning?” I asked Greg.

“Waffles, or French toast,” Greg said. “How about some French toast?”

“But we don’t have any good bread to use,” I said. “We only have the plain wheat, and if I’m having French toast I want it with the good white bread.”

“How about eggs?” Greg said.

“I don’t like eggs for breakfast,” I said. Greg furrowed his brow, puzzled.

“But you like eggs,” he said.

“But I don’t like them for breakfast, and I don’t like meat for breakfast either,” I said. “Why would you eat eggs when you could eat carbohydrates slathered in maple syrup? It doesn’t make any sense. I only like carbs for breakfast.”

Greg could not find any point in arguing with this logic. We had waffles. And then laid on the couch and moaned about how stuffed we were. Maybe that’s why people eat eggs for breakfast.

I was talking to my brother the other night about plans for the future. Dan has been trying to figure out how long he needs to work as an engineer before he switches to a career that he is more passionate about. He wants to save money now so that if his future career doesn’t pay well, he will still be able to live comfortably. He told me that he thought he might be able to switch in about 10 years.

“Are you planning to get married?” I asked. “Because that could really change your plans.”

There was a long pause. “I’ve thought about that,” he said. “If I wind up with some girl who wants a new car every two years and clothes from expensive stores, that would really screw things up.”

“Is there some way to keep a girl from spending all my money?” he asked.

“Dan, I really think that if you love and trust the girl enough to marry her, you won’t have to worry about that,” I said.

“But guys are much more easily deceived than girls,” Dan protested.

“Why?” I asked. “Because you guys are so obsessed with boobs that you can’t think about anything else?”

“Yes. Exactly!” Dan said.