Saturday, January 13, 2007

The Sibs are Losers Club...

I talked to Dad last night....he got his groceries Thursday night, and spent Friday morning running errands with my brother.

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10 comments:

Grace said...

ALl of my sibs are losers too.........it makes me ill to think about it thank god the parental units are gone so interaction can be totally minamalistic(if at all)

7:04 PM
Enid said...

I'm sorry to hear about your daddy. I know how frustrated you must be.

OT.from a previous post. At this stage of my mental state I could take my shoes off and borrow E's toes and still not make any sense of it. LOL. night.

7:59 PM
LisaW. said...

3:15pm Me: would you like some potato salad and hot chocolate for a snack/lunch..Grandma Clara: "oh no...no...thank you."......3:21pm after everything is put away... Grandma Clara "I'll have some of that potato salad if you have any left over from the other night and some hot chocolate too"....me.."uh...ok".....bang your head...at least it's not the 24/7 routine.....you do good.

8:30 PM
Suzann said...

My brother is a sweetie. But he lived 800 miles away from my parents. Still he would drive down here when they needed work done on their house. And he runs two businesses. He knew I wanted to go to the Lace Convention, but couldn't leave my parents for a week, and I really didn't have the money. He shut his two businesses down, showed up here and handed me $1000.00 for the trip.(which is more then my husband did) My brother is very very very frugal. But he pushed me out the door with a smile and told me NOT to call home. It was the first break I had in five years of care giving. I can't imagine a world without my brother in it.

9:33 PM
Marcia said...

I think maybe we were related once, on another planet. You know exactly what I'm talking about.

And just say the word and I'm there, with a can of whoop-ass.

11:46 PM
Marcia said...

ummm, you have a can opener, right?

11:47 PM
Anonymous said...

...I sort of suspect jg could open a can of whoop-ass with her teeth, kinda like you pull a grenade pin. (Well, kind of like you pull a grenade pin in a movie. They sort of discourage English teachers from using grenades, so no one ever actually taught me how. Still, you get the idea...)

2:57 AM
junior_goddess said...

You know, I think a can of whoop-ass is ALWAYS a lovely hostess gift. C'mon over!

(I think T is right, these days whoop-ass comes in easy open cans)

So, considering the post's title, Marcia, if we were related, which one was the idiot??? ;-)
Bets

8:15 AM
Marcia said...

The evil triplet. Duh.

8:28 AM
smariek said...

Ah well, at least you can join the Sibs are Losers club... (I'm an only child)

BTW, I don't think you could possibly be 15 years older than me, that would put your nearing mid-50s and I don't think you're that old!

1:46 PM

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