March 18th, 2005

not my job - slod

Camel's backs were made, apparently, to be broken.

Okay, so I have no problem with getting up early every day of my break if it means that everything gets taken care of and I can just generally be helpful. I mean, sure I don't like to see 5:30 from the waking up side, but I'll do it if it's neccesary. In fact, I'll even do it with superficial cheer so that my siblings don't get pissy.

Furthermore, driving fighting pre-teen girls to school at 7 in the morning? I will do that, also. I will even attempt to cajole them out of their very pre-teen moods. I will play music loudly and dance ridiculously until they laugh. I'm that kind of sister.

Taking my dad from medical appointment to medical appointment? Absolutely no problem. He needs to get there, and he sure can't drive himself right now, and so I'll calmly sit through his intense back seat driving. I'll keep myself from pointing out that I know the names of the main roads here, because hey! I grew up here! I will even take him to the grocery store and follow him around in the little go-cart they provide and only harangue him a little about the things he's choosing to eat.

But don't ask me to 1) listen to Howard Stern as loud as it can get in the car before 9:00 AM or 2) nod and smile approvingly when you talk about how much you love Prez Bush. Because it ain't happenin', bucko. Not cheerfully, not calmly, not at all.

Now, if y'all will excuse me, I'm going to go crawl back into bed and try to find something on the 900 bajillion channels that I want to watch more than The Waltons.
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