Yesterday was my brother's birthday. Our mother called to remind me, and make sure I would call him. So I did.
He would like to come down and visit sometime. Which wouldn't be that bad, except (1) I don't have a spare bed any more, just a sofa sleeper. (2) The last time he came down it was at the very least inconvenient if not downright annoying (3) I would end up doing crap I don't want to do.
And (4) I'm jealous. Which sucks, because his life hasn't been a bowl of cherries. So I feel guilty, so I'm more likely to try to find some clubs he would like up in Houston and invite him down.
Or I can do my usual passive aggressive thing, and ignore it. Or I can tell him off and piss off everyone in my family.
Bah. I was feeling good yesterday.
Posted by Owlish at June 8, 2005 10:20 AM