325-oh, brother!

you know, it's hard being a good brother. my sister barb is in arizona at cubs spring trainging while i'm here in gloomy ol' chicago. anyway, she asked me to watch her dogs. 'no problem' i said...picking up poop is a small price to pay for some free cubs tickets. little did i know what the quigleys had in store for me. they said they left the key in a secret spot. well, of course with my luck, they were the wrong keys. and, of with my luck, i had already told missy to go back home before i tried the keys. and, of course with my luck, my phone battery had died so i wasn't able to call for help. i had to walk to wrigley, use a pay phone...luckily i still remember a calling card number from college (i can't believe it still works!). finally, someone with keys showed up to let me in. moral of the story...there's no such thing as free cubs tickets.