Another Stroke of Bad Luck

I seem to lack the basic skills that my sisters intuitively graps. I consider myself a pretty good hunter, a great slacker, and an even better brother. I am so proud of my sisters because, while I cannot seem to kill anything, they both got nice deer, and the other day, Lois shot an Elk. I tried for 3 years to get one and she gets one her second day out. I once had pride of my own, but know it is all gone. At least I can still be proud of my sisters. Oh well, I will just have to be content being a loser, and keep working and going to school. On the bright side, I am finally done with my stupid OB clinicals. I'll tell you what, if you want to have second thoughts about ever getting married, try 72 hours in the Family Birth Center. It's worse than you could ever imagine.