What exactly is the view like from out of your arsehole? Fuzzy with hints of brown, I suspect. My wretched brother has his head shoved so far up his ass I'm surprised he can see at all. Do you think he will realize the universe doesn't revolve around him at some point? I've cut him more slack than anyone and more that he deserves, certainly, but I've had it. He can either discuss his shit with me and we can have it out or not. Frankly, I've lost interest.
Hollywood version: He calls Monday to ask if he can bring his gf's teenage children up to the cottage. Now, I knew this was coming since she facebooked she'd been invited a few days before and my umbillically-connected nephew told me, so I was prepared. It's my vacation. My time to chill out and relax with my family. Not to have to deal with strangers, to have to worry about not wearing a bra, changing out of my swimsuit, etc etc. So I said no. He said that wasn't fair to him, Darcy went on vacation with him and his kids all the time and he should bring her kids. WTF? Not my problem! I said it was MY vacation and I wanted to spend it with my family and only family. You're my family; Darcy isn't. I barely know her, let alone her kids. And he said:
But Orly came up.
Um, and Orly is not A. the mother of my niece and nephew? B. My friend??
Don't even start to compare her with Darcy.
Anyway, I said I wasn't going to argue with him, I'm not comfortable sharing my vacation with strangers and that's that. He said then he wasn't going to bring Darcy either. Whatever.
The he sent me a pissy text saying he wasn't coming at all. Fine, eyeroll. I let him think about that and he remembered he had to collect his children from me. He shows up with the van, three passengers, proceeds to pack everyone into the car (six people, five seatbelts). Calvin cried, Jade wasn't pleased but would never question her dad. Ari didn't care as long as he had wifi.
Tit.
That is all.
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