On Sunday, my brother announced that he'd finally gotten sick of the growing shag on top of his head, so he had his friend, Buddy, trim it into a mullet. When he told me over the phone, he urgently stressed that I needed to see it before Tuesday, since he'd be calling Mer to have it chopped all-together. Jokingly, I told him that Mer wouldn't be in for another few weeks, at which point he panicked a bit, but then calmed when he realized I was only kidding.
Yesterday, my dad left a message on the machine at my house which was abruptly followed by a maniacle laugh and disconnection: "Hey Andy, just wanted to let you know that Mer is on vacation all this week!"