I felt like slinging the phone against the wall quite a few times while trying (being the operative word here) to talk to my sister and brother. I finally had enough and just hung up after he said that there... then slung the phone against the bed because it was a lot less likely to break than against the wall.
Thank you, brother, for calling me immature. I'm glad to know where you stand in your opinion of me. Thank you so very much for your lack of faith in your own blood!