...so I'm feeling a bit liberated. As of today, my family (the ones on the "left"...oh, did I insert the wrong photo?) are all unable to access the internet for an entire week. The Caseys have ventured to the White Mountains and my mom is cruising the Mediterranean. That means they can't check my blogs, which means I can basically say anything I want.
So, I've always hesitated to tell this story, but now I'll spill it. My brother was really adopted. Yes, it's true. I don't think he knows about it, but I found some documents while I was rifling through my parents important papers one time. He was born in a South American jungle, the offspring of a Tarzan-type fellow and a very feminine gorilla. My loving parents were honeymooning in the rainforest when they stumbled upon my infant brother wrapped in a large banana leaf. My parents searched the jungle for days to find his biological parents, but there was a war raging between the civilians and the Tarzan/ape people and they were an unfortunate casualty in the fight for equal rights to the beachfront. I digress. So my parents brought the infant home with them. They actually put him in their luggage in order to get through customs, really, they did. They named him Shaun and hoped to give him a normal life. He grew up and married Elvis' lovechild, Wendy. Together they raise 3 children, two beautiful, normal girls and a wildly handsome little boy that is 1/4 ape and 1/4 Elvis.
Don't tell anyone I told you, it's been a Casey family secret for years.