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    <title>Sisters...</title>
    <published>2009-02-08T17:42:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Ok, so my first entry will be a rant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, my sister says that she doesn't have enough money to buy cat litter (the family takes turns that it's her turn this time) so I volunteer to pay for it. Today, 'pay for it' suddenly means that I have to do the effort to walk all the way to the mall (around her work place) and pick it up, especially since my mom didn't transfer the money! When I argued about it, she got a call and was asked to come in to work so she used that as an excuse and added that she had a work meeting after that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this isn't the first time she couldn't afford buying cat litter on her turn either. My mom's had to pay for her portion twice and then after that it was skipped to my turn... and I didn't even know about it until it was time to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I have to be grateful that she didn't mention her lower back this time around as she has several times (yes she does have a back problem but it only hurts when I'm in the spot she likes, it's her turn to pick up or carry something or my mom needs one of us to pick up groceries and I'm home for the day). I think I'm getting back problems from all the times I have to do something she says she can't. It took bloody 7 and a half years to get her to agree to take turns shoveling the walkway when it snowed and I started doing it when I was 14! How is this fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this one is the highlight of the day: I got down there and there wasn't any cat litter! She could have taken about five or six minutes to go and check the store for cat litter instead of me taking about a half an hour to walk there and find that there isn't any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is definately going to be blood when she gets home, provided I've calmed down and won't start bawling while I'm talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW</content>
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