|Poor weak sheep
||[Jan. 29th, 2006|11:29 pm]
You're only as old as you feel
|||||Sweet soothing Billie Holiday, Blue Moon in fact||]|
I swear, an old man never gets a break. I finally get Loma to back off the low carb shit and to let me at least smoke on the porch and now Kohl is mad at me because I called him a weak sheep with no mind of his own. Face it the kid deserved it. He follows Cath around like a whipped puppy and then he sits around and laughs when I get my tail whipped by Cath when the little brat goes too far with his rough-housing. I'm not young anymore! I admit it! And yes, Cath bruised me good. Loma says I may even have a cracked rib. Kohl had no business leering in the doorway laughing his ass off when Cath was going too far. He could have easily stepped in and say "hey Cath take it easy, Pop's not as young as he used to be, you're hurting him" But no, the fuckin' sheep is standing their holding his sides with tears running down his face. Of course he'll never say anything to his precious Cath. The kid has no mind of his own. He can watch Cath chuck me off a bridge and unless Cath says "go fetch Kohl," He'd just stand there and watch. So I got angry and I decked him good tonight, called him a weak sheep and an idiot. And now he's not talking to me and he stormed out. Worse thing is, Cath takes his side by justifying Kohl's stupidity by saying "He knew you were playing he thought it was funny" I swear those Kids are in cahoots to drive me into a loony bin. Cath just ran out to find him.
Why am I getting the feeling that somehow this is going to do a 180 and I'm going to have to be the one who apologizes?