October 06, 2005

My sister likes to bitch...

...but that's okay, because I don't mind. I don't get to talk to my sister all that much, so when she emails me to bitch, I just roll with it and offer up sisterly advice.

I shan't tell you what she said, suffice it to say she's sick of being a parent. She's been at it longer than I have, almost 16 years, so she has room to complain. Let's just say, though, that her son's football coach is real trouser snake, if you catch my meaning.

She wanted to know what's going on in my "crappy neck of the woods," something I'd love to hear Al Roker say some morning, and I have nothing to complain about. Oh, I guess I do, but nothing compared to what she bitched about.

Ah well. Like sands through the hourglass...

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