Hypocrisy at it's best is found in the warm loving arms of those you hold the closest. I do nothing to make you make me do things on my own. I do a lot on my own, without your help. Without anyone's help, geez doesn't that make sense? Doing things on my own, by myself. Yes, it makes a whole lot of sense. If you ask me to do something that is not my duty to do, I'll do it. A lot of times, I'll do it without being asked. But don't tell me to take care of your business and mine. Don't make it my fault that you're not taking your own.
"Can you walk the dogs."
"Yes."
Both go outside.
"Why am I putting the plates on your car? It's your car; you should be doing this."
"These are your dogs."
They sure as hell aren't mine. Two Jack Russells are definitely not my dogs of choice. Dogs aren't really on my good side anymore.
You go in and ignore me.
I walked the dogs and put the plates on my car. You're welcome.
