"Ok Bertha..."

After yesterday, I'm going to start calling Sean either Bertha or Gertrude.

That is because, while I was messing around online, Sean decided to come upstairs, knock on my door, and tell me that Mom wanted to talk to me. So, I went down to see what she wanted. She didn't really talk at all, though. I got downstairs, and the person doing all the talking was Sean. The whole conversation was about food.

He was telling me about how he was going through the trash I put outside and then was lecturing me about the wrappers and stuff inside that trash bag. I find it sad that he's now looking through trash just to find things to bitch about. I know there were a lot of junk food wrappers in there, but they were from several weeks, not all THIS week. Barely any of it was from this week. He was giving the impression that everything in that bag (all from a massive cleanup of my room) was eaten THIS week. If that were true, wouldn't I be fucking huge by now?

Anyway, since he's obsessed with bitching at us and saying either "Your Mom wants to talk to you" or "Your Mom said...", I figure I may as well give him a ridiculous female name, like Gertrude or Bertha. Mom barely says anything during these things, and Sean says just about everything like he thinks he's our mother.

How quickly will constantly calling him Gertrude or Bertha piss him off?