Why does the laundry never seem to end??

I'm getting ready to go to my friend's place this weekend. My train tickets have arrived and I'm doing laundry (like that's anything new.) I've gotten together a pile of pictures she's never seen, a bunch of me at my old job, some of my new baby cousin and random shots of the last year. I even have the formal photos taken while I was on a cruise last October. Despite the fact that we've been friends for 4 years, she's never seen me dressed formally.

I mentioned that I'm taking the train. I have this "thing" about travel. Every time I fly I invariably end up seeing some documentary like "WHY PLANES CRASH" the night before. In one instance I caught a rerun of CSI the night before I flew to FL-- it was about a guy going ballistic and being killed by other passengers. Now I see that my travel "thing" isn't limited to planes. Today I turned on the news and first thing I saw was a story about a train derailment about a half hour away from here. 18 cars jumped the tracks. Thankfully no one was hurt.

Grrrreat. Then again, I'd walk if I had to.

I was talking to my mother today and mentioned a cute story about my brother. When he was 7 and I was 17, we were both at my friend's house and my brother asked if we could go swimming in the lake. I told him I couldn't. He asked why, and I just reiterated that I couldn't that day. My friend immediately understood why-- because I'd just gotten my period. But my brother just nodded his head and said solemnly, "I know why you don't want to go swimming." I was surprised and asked, "You do? What have you been learning in school??" He nodded again and said, "You don't want to get your glasses wet."

What could I say to that besides, "Yep, you're right."