Brain is frozen. Send writer's thaw.
Nov. 5th, 2010 11:57 amI am annoyed with my brother. I have tried to call him three times in the last three days, wound up leaving three messages, with a very simple request:
Our mother's birthday is on Monday and since I know weekdays are hectic for you, would you like to come over for an hour on Saturday or Sunday to say happy birthday? I'm baking a cake. If you'd like to, tell me which day would be best for you so I know when to make it.
Not a word. Tomorrow is Saturday and if he wants to come over tomorrow, there will be no cake because, barring any direction, I will be making it on Sunday. If he doesn't want cake, he can just say so. If the weekend doesn't work for him, he can just say so. But he needs to actually say something.
And now that I've bitched about this, it will probably turn out that there was some emergency and I'll feel mean and petty for bitching. But I am annoyed. Thirty-second phone call! Your mother's birthday! Why is this so hard?
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I woke up feeling like I was getting a cold and my brain has been frozen all day. Writing was not fun. So possibly I'm a little tetchy right now.