Charlie/George
I don't know shit about it all more than what she told me Friday, but I can't make her decisions, and I trust her to make her own, however much I completely disagree.
Doesn't mean the little shit's not going to get a few dung bombs when he least expects them.
I'm fine, also, by the way. I love that you feel the need to use my poor health to cover your silly elder brother notions of taking care of me, but I'll probably be well by the time you get here, so I'm no excuse. Right as rain in no time.
But, regardless, it'll be a good weekend, I'm sure.