I had lunch with my brother Ranger last week, and he tells me that it's getting annoying being known as dooce's brother rather than as Ranger Hamilton. Oh BOO HOO. All four years of high school I was known as Ranger's little sister, and in my freshman biology class you could hear his senior physics teacher yelling at him. And my biology teacher knew him and would laugh, announcing to the whole room that Heather's brother was next door making trouble. Obviously I'm still healing.

This post goes out to everyone at Intermountain. Please tell him I said hello next time you see him!