she is her mothers daughter

i love how my mom cooked hot dogs for dinner, before checking if we had any hot dog buns. as it turns out, we have one hot dog bun. we could use regular bread.... but we have non of that either. i sugest that i go to the store to get some. she says no because we need other things from the store. she then points out that she was just at the store earlier today. i asked why she hadnt called while she was there to see if we needed anything. she retaliates by asking why we hadnt called. as if we were suposed to somehow recieve some telepathic message telling us that she was now at the store and recieving requests for groceries via phone.

so now im here. avoiding her as much as possible. i can hear her telling my brother and sister how i yelled at her. awsome. oh, did i mention that she "accidentally" threw the one hot dog bun we have on the floor after i told her not to toast it. and they wonder why i yell.

aaaaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhhh.............. and yes, that is the correct time. it really is that late. i understand that she did make dinner and stuff... and i'm thankful and all. but, it is a bit late, and a bit lacking in forethought. maybe had she not insisted on getting on the computer after work to print out a damn list of stuff we need to take next weekend when we go on a trip, and then look at puppies we wouldnt have this problem. but im not telling her that. i value my well being.