I’m second-guessing my decision to move in with my brother Ben. I called him last night to go over some small details and was very displeased with the results.
“Hey, Ben, can my shoes live in your bedroom since it’s bigger and there are so many of them?”
“OK, well can I paint the bathrooms pink?”
“Even though it’s my favorite color?”
“Can I put Daisy’s name on the mailbox? As you know she’s way more human than dog.”
I just don’t feel like he’s being supportive of my needs as a shoe whore/pink obsessed/crazy dog lady.