...like that, too. It raises my blood pressure every time I think of him, and his deeds.

He's the one who kicked my dog - hard - when I was pregnant, and since I couldn't get up quickly, I threw an Etch 'a Sketch at him. I'm not a 'thrower' but he'd made my dog scream, and I was too pregnant to move quickly. He's lucky that I was pregnant and didn't catch up to him. Even so, he ran - fast - down the hall and out the door. Grrrr.

I'm sorry about your bil. It seems like there's one in every family. :-(