Gifted

othschild TLV, eight thirty. Be ON TIME!
“Blah blah blah,” I say maturely. Then I roll my eyes for good measure. I love that my brothers and I are close, but there’s bossy and then there’s overbearing, and my brothers like to dance on that very delicate difference.

Am I ever late? I tap back, smirking. That should keep them laughing.

I won’t even answer that.

Ha, I’m going to give Dovi an ulcer one of these days.

Although family gatherings on Thursday nights aren’t great for my health, either. Who, exactly, is going to be cooking and cleaning while I’m watching the men drink cocktails in the private room at an upscale restaurant? But since I’m the only one without cleaning help, I’m sure no one considered the inconvenience of it all. #storyofmylife.