Two months ago:
Me: You need to get a light colored suit.
My brother (picture a thick Brooklyn accent): Don't worry 'bout it.
One month ago:
Me: What's up with the suit?
Him: Why you worrying? Stop worrrrrrying. I said I'm on it. You can take it off your list of things to think about.
Two weeks ago:
Me: DUDE. GET. A. SUIT.
Him: Ok, ok, ok, I'm going to spend a whole day looking this weekend.
A week ago:
Me: I'm going to kill you.
Him: It's not my fault! I got sick and I couldn't look and I really need you to help me, waaaaaaaaah.
Me: I took it off my list of things to think about!!!