I'm a poor widow

After the sisterly assault, I joked that my little sister had waited till my oldest sister was here to criticize me so that she'd have backup.

Anyone who knows my little sister will get the joke. She needs absolutely no backup to yell at me.

Case in point: As I went to bed Wednesday after writing about chest straps, she said, good night, and then added that I was no different from her because there are things she can't do now that she used to be able to do.

I think, though, that comparing people who are able-bodied with those who aren't when it comes to losing an ability doesn't work. It's like comparing the charitable giving of a billionaire who gives billions with that of a poor widow who gives $5 she can ill-afford. We know who is cooler.