My brother called me tonight for his yearly brotherly duty of wishing me a happy birthday. We only talk to each other twice a year - once on his birthday, once on mine. Of course mom keeps us updated on each other (whether we care to be updated or not).
Anyhoooo.... he called tonight and asked what I did for my birthday and I excitedly told him about Nessa and Elfie's adoption. He said "wow, thats good. You need to get rid of those cats. What are you up to now? Mom said something about 8?" Silly me corrected him and admitted to the 9 I have. Then he launched into a lecture of how thats "7 cats too many" and how thats too much work for me.... "what do you do, change litter 3 times a day" No, I corrected him and said "I SCOOP three times a day. I take the trash out at night anyway." Then I asked him, "Besides, how many times a day do you have to walk the dogs? At least three, right? and you carry pooper scoopers and such with you, right? So how is THAT any different than me scooping three times a day?"
UGH! Why does he spoil my high? I was feelign so awesome tongiht and with one five minute phonecall I'm irritated and annoyed.![]()
What is it with supposedly "well meaning" family members who stick their opinions where they don't belong? Do I question how he can be a "strict vegan" and still eat cheese pizza, but refuse to drink milk? Do I question why he chose to buy 2 HUGE SUVs in these gas conscious times? Do I question his choice to work night shift? NO! So what makes him think he's free to question MY choices?
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