Friday, January 27, 2006

It's Only Drinking Alone if You Don't Count Keith Olbermann

So, I say to the Butcher "Let's go do something exciting." He says "Like what?" I say, "I don't know. You're the one who always has the car. What do you do when you're not here?" He says "Sit around at my friends' house." I say "What are you doing tonight?" He says "Sitting around at Heather's house." I say "I wish I had an exciting life like yours." He says "You do. You just bought your ticket to Puerto Rico. That's exciting. Your life only seems boring because it's you living it." He walks out. And drives off in my car.

8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Be thankful. The 8 year old brought friends, plural, home for a sleep over.

Seemed like an ok idea when I was drunk.

J.

1/27/2006 08:51:00 PM  
Blogger Ryan said...

Huck, Drinking alone is quite underrated.

*hic

Ryan

1/28/2006 02:06:00 AM  
Blogger Mr. Mack said...

I have always wanted to go to Puerto Rico.

1/28/2006 07:17:00 AM  
Blogger Newscoma said...

Drinking alone means people will never have to see you vomit.
I appreciate that, I really do.

1/28/2006 07:57:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

B, you have got to assert yourself in terms of this car business. I was thinking about it walking the dog this morning. If he's going to not work enough to pay for a car, then *he* should be the one that suffers, not you. He should be trying to get rides all the time from people, not you. He should be constantly asking you if he can use the car and thanking you profusely when you allow it. I just don't like the way that your personal symbol of freedom and independence is getting co-opted by someone else, someone you love and who loves you.

Sorry if this rant was inappropriate.

Miss J

1/28/2006 11:10:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

It's not inappropriate at all. I just feel like I'm doing what I can to keep us both sort of moving forward. It's probably not the right thing to do, but it's what I'm doing.

1/28/2006 04:10:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Please, really, don't worry. I'm negotiating to become the Wayward Boy Scout's second polygamous wife. He'll take me in if I provide him with some cute as hell kids (and come on! Of course I'd have some cute as hell kids.) and meals and, for some reason, he wants to see my feet, which is fine. And, in exchange, he'll acquire a darling third wife who will smooch me and keep me entertained during the day and who will also clean and do the dishes. So, see. It's going to be all right.

1/28/2006 04:17:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm not sure that what you're doing is really helping the Butcher move forward. I mean, maybe what he needs is a little discomfort that will motivate him to make some changes. Right now if he loses his car and hours and makes less money, he just gets to keep living his life the way he was before, only with less work. There are no real consequences. I don't know, B, a lot of times it seems like your treatment of him is similar to the way your parents treat the recalcitrant brother. Sometimes you sound like an "enabler."

Again, I know this is me meddling in family business that I can never really understand. I've just been on my own assertive trip with my family, and it's been making me feel a lot better about things. I'm tired of being selfless all the time. So sorry if I'm just mapping me own resentments onto your life.

Miss J

1/28/2006 04:26:00 PM  

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