Obviously, this is a known fact in my family. My brother, who pretty much is my mother’s first phone call when things go awry, has a name that rhymes with, “Carl.” He is the count-on-able person for my mother. (Probably the favorite, too) And if he can’t be that person, he still finds a way to be that person! (He is not even a subscriber-by-choice to this blog. So no endorsements are in the works.)
This subject came to light after a friend of mine shared her “Cougar Town” wine glass with me. The glass, named, “Carl,” was a nice edition to our evening, creating a smidge of envy from the rest of us enjoying our evening with a normal-sized glass. We decided we all needed a Carl, and thus was prompted my discourse on what a gift my bro was. He definitely surpasses the name of a wine glass, (watch the show) but he does embody the need we all have for someone or something count-on-able.
I hit the brother/friend jackpot.