The Brother is an enginerd.

He works on fance-pantsy stuff at a company that shall henceforth remain nameless so I don’t get bombed for compromising national security.

Anyways, The Brother’s group is designing some new thingy just in case we should come under a nukular attack (I know, I know, it’s not spelled that way).  The President will come up to this big fancy board THAT BROTHER IS MAKING, which I like to imagine has lots of flashing lights and sirens and scrolling news headlines, and he will walk up to the big red button in the middle.  The President will press that button and then KASHOOOOOOOOOK!  Blastoff go our nukular warheads and then I guess they decimate whoever was trying to bomb us.

So last night I called The Brother and asked him how his project’s coming, and how soon it will be until Barack Obama will push his buttons.  (You know, for the nukular blastoff.)

Then I dissolved into giggles because HAHAHAHA!  Barack Obama pushes Brother’s buttons!

I couldn’t contain myself.

I’m not sure Brother thought it was as amazing as I did.