Server at Breakfast: What’ll ya have?
Me: I’ll have an order of “Doing Something I Really Don’t Want To Do” with a side of “Too Little, Way Too Late”, please.
Black Sheep Bro: And I’ll have an order of the “Crow”, which I’m just going to push around my plate to make it look like I’ve eaten some of it.
Family is tough sometimes. Just like any relationship.
I understand – in a strictly theoretical manner – that BSB’s decision to come back to the family is something my parents are pretty much powerless against. I often say that parenting is a job you never take a day off from, and my parents certainly do not. I also imagine for the past nearly twenty years, that job has been pretty much shitty pain for them where my estranged brother is concerned.
On the flip side, my other sibs and I are afforded the luxury of viewing this like any other toxic
relationshit er, relationship. With all the protection afforded by a hearty Prove It shield.
I’m the guinea pig amongst the sibs. Which is unfortunate, since I’m probably the most prone to a default forgiveness setting and possess a rarely-pays-off sense of optimism.
Remember, I like to gamble.
If you want to get a taste of the past damage BSB has brought to my family, there’s a hashtag around here somewhere.
The menu for the rest of the day is much less choretastic.
At 10 I’ll be hitting the road to visit Little Buddy in the Columbia River Gorge. If you think that’s code for “Wine Tasting”, you’re wrong. It’s not code at all…it’s simply synonymous.
Friend time, wine tasting and eating my weight in charcuterie and 3 foot breadsticks?
So basically, my day’s post-breakfast menu is all dessert!