I am not related to my brother.

My brother and I are very different. We do not physically resemble each other. Our personalities are polar opposites. We don't like to do the same things. For years, I have suspected that we might not be related. (From 8 to 18, I hoped that we weren't related.) As of today, it has been confirmed. We are not related. Pat is not really a Lehman.

When Lehmans, e.g. me or my Dad, think about a major purchase, like a car, we THINK about it. We shop for months. We shop on the Internet. We test drive. We think. We plod. We consider. My brother, not so much. Apparently he saw a car that he liked earlier in the week. He is now proud owner of said car.

This proves it for all time...Pat is not a Lehman.

This is particularly funny to me because I have been considering a purchase of similar scope--an additional bathroom in the house. I have been thinking for five weeks. I have talked to no less than three real estate agents. I have talked to at least four different bankers. I have been going through the process--the Lehman purchase process.