My cousin Tommy whispered to me, “Why is he like this?”
He froze, his nose twitching as if he’d caught the scent of a discount rack. He didn't argue. He just took a slow, theatrical sip of his drink, looked me up and down, and said, "The fact that you remember that sign explains why you’re still wearing off-the-rack polyester." my only bitchy cousin is a yankeetype guy the exclusive
My cousin, the exclusive bitchy Yankee-type guy, is a piece of work, to say the least. His presence in our family is a reminder that relationships are complex and multifaceted, often requiring patience, understanding, and a healthy dose of humor. While I wouldn't exactly say I enjoy his company, I have come to accept him for who he is—a part of our family fabric, no matter how prickly. My cousin Tommy whispered to me, “Why is he like this
Walks like he’s late for a train that left five minutes ago. The Filter: His presence in our family is a reminder