Familles je vous hais, etc

1.Blogfolks, you probably have one of those too.

A cousin, sibling, whatever, just a year older than you, or, worse, younger and cuter, or and brighter and more attractive, with better grades at school, blonder hair, a better job, a sexier wife, a bigger car.
When you’re 6 your grandmother tells you about his impeccable manners; at 7 you know about how he can do a 6000 piece jigsaw all by himself (and you can’t), at 8 he’s a fencing champion( and you’re not), at 18 he’s got a rich girlfriend (and you’re a retarded goth), at 24 he’s getting married (and not you, and you’re not going to the wedding), and now he’s an engineer, and although your grandmother is now dead and can’t bust out the wedding pictures, you still think you’re just not as good.

Don’t you?

2. I have one. He’s been the plague of my life so far. Bigger, brighter, with shinier teeth, bluer eyes, an example to follow. Better at maths. (because being better at languages doesn’t count.) Better at sports. (because being better at friendship doesn’t count.)

3. ‘I saw Adrian yesterday’, my mother says on the phone. ‘He says hello.’
I bet he didn’t really.
‘you know what? He reminds me of George Bush.’
‘How so?’ I giggle.
‘Well.. Good hair, expensive clothes, a well-paid job, but really I think he’s an idiot. And he’s so fake.’

4. And this is another reason why I love my mother.
Wouldn’t you?,