Well, errands ran a bit late this morning, and I ran out of steam (read: needed lunch) before I got to picking up the beer.
And that turned out to be O.K., because when I checked in with my parents, it turned out that the conversation we'd had the other night that ended in my dad's tossing off a slightly irritated, "It makes no sense for you to get it, because [Older Brother] can get it from work!" somehow made him actually ask Older Brother to do so. . . only no one mentioned that part to me until I happened to comment today that I'd planned to get the beer after dinner, because I needed to put gas in the car, too.
I guess I got what mattered most, then.
New steroids shot = Super appetite (and even catnaps make her hungry)