Getting the kid brother to bail me out of predictability

My girlfriend of four years went away to tour China and study in Hong Kong for the next five months last week. Guess what? The pizza box tower has already taken over one of the two tables in the kitchen, the fridge is stripped of TV dinners, and I'm all out of milk, juice, and soda.

I am so predictable. And I fear it's only going to get worse. I shutter at the thought of two months down the road.

Hmmm, should probably invite that kid brother of mine to come play Counter-Strike in exchange for doing the dishes. What a wonderful thing that child labor isn't illegal if done within the family. Okay, so his 17, so I guess he knows what he's doing, and considers the trade worthwhile.