I'm A Lover Not A Fighter But I'll Fight For What I Love
It gets to be a royal pain in the you-know-where when you love something and someone else reads you up one side of the wall and down the other.
I love my daily/Sunday newspaper. My know-it-all brother argues with me every time the subject is raised. So the price has gone up from ten or fifteen cents a copy in my childhood . So what? I read and I share with my younger sibling. Not a page gets wasted.
According to this sibling, I spend too much money at the grocery store. I should buy what he does and "economize". I HATE that word. Buy a whole chicken and it's two days meals. Sorry, Charlie...I don't EAT dark meat. I never DID. If I want Diet Coke, I want Diet Coke...and juice for breakfast..and 2% milk for cereal...and the list goes on.
I'm not on pills (with the exception of Bufferin for a headache and Dayquil for a cold or flu). He has been on eight (yes, eight!) types of medication daily from his doctor. He is worse than a rabid tiger when he gets mad. I think it's got to be the pills. He was NEVER like this growing up.
Oh, well..I am still the eldest (not counting my stepsister). I should be able to have my own way, my own likes and dislikes, my own friends by this time in my life - without a smidgin of criticism at every turn of the proverbial screw.
I love my daily/Sunday newspaper. My know-it-all brother argues with me every time the subject is raised. So the price has gone up from ten or fifteen cents a copy in my childhood . So what? I read and I share with my younger sibling. Not a page gets wasted.
According to this sibling, I spend too much money at the grocery store. I should buy what he does and "economize". I HATE that word. Buy a whole chicken and it's two days meals. Sorry, Charlie...I don't EAT dark meat. I never DID. If I want Diet Coke, I want Diet Coke...and juice for breakfast..and 2% milk for cereal...and the list goes on.
I'm not on pills (with the exception of Bufferin for a headache and Dayquil for a cold or flu). He has been on eight (yes, eight!) types of medication daily from his doctor. He is worse than a rabid tiger when he gets mad. I think it's got to be the pills. He was NEVER like this growing up.
Oh, well..I am still the eldest (not counting my stepsister). I should be able to have my own way, my own likes and dislikes, my own friends by this time in my life - without a smidgin of criticism at every turn of the proverbial screw.
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