I feel like Kelly Osborne. You know that one episode, where she's all angry because she doesn't think she's getting enough attention so she takes a few swings at her brother Jack and gripes on about where they're going to spend her birthday dinner and ends up having what appears to be a pretty good time at "Medieval Times"?
Well, I don't really feel like that. I wish I had my brother around to take a few whacks at, though. There is something a little bit like the Jack and Kelly (though much more low key) in our relationship. He's so calm; preternaturally so. And I'm kind of explosive. I spent basically my entire childhood provoking him. I basically immunized him from provocation.
So in the 31 years I've been around, I guess I've learned that provocation has its place. I'm not sure where that place is. Also that watching jousting while hoisting a turkey leg is pretty cheesy.
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