In other news, Elvis Presley was recently spotted at the mall...
So, Mom got off the phone with Anne earlier, and Anne's going to come up here to go swimming with her. I said that I might join them, and Mom said, "Oh, maybe you'll even break a sweat!"
I told her I'd gone for a walk today, and she started screaming about how I don't lift a finger to do anything in this house because I don't respect it.
'Kay then, I guess that means I don't have to do laundry, dishes, or bathroom cleaning anymore. Granted, I'll be the first to tell you that I don't do a weekly scrubdown of the house or anything like that, but that's because whenever we visit a neat freak's house, Mom spends the entire way home bitching about how unnaturally CLEAN it is.
Ah well, my only regret is that this rant of hers wasn't nearly as funny as the dairy one. She's convinced that dairy products are full of hormones that are omg so bad for you, yet she continues to eat meat from hormone-fed animals and mercury-ridden seafood. Way to go. Oh, and disposable plastic bottles are no longer allowed in the house not because they're wasteful and unnecessary, but because they cause autism. (??????????)
I don't even get mad over this dumb shit anymore. I'm just logging each one away as another random Mom spiel and going on my merry way.
In other news, the other Alex (a.k.a. NoVa Alex) is in town today, and we're going to Rocky Horror tonight. No worries; if he tries putting moves on me, I know how to knee people in the balls. I think I'll be fine. =D
Yesterday was weird. I was out to lunch with Alex the boyfriend, and his friend Zach ended up with us. The next thing I knew, we were discussing Burn After Reading (or, rather, the fact that Zach and I hadn't seen it) and making plans to have a sleepover so we could watch it at midnight on HBO.
Yeah, I dunno.
Anyway, I've got laundry to hang up and a room to clean.
I told her I'd gone for a walk today, and she started screaming about how I don't lift a finger to do anything in this house because I don't respect it.
'Kay then, I guess that means I don't have to do laundry, dishes, or bathroom cleaning anymore. Granted, I'll be the first to tell you that I don't do a weekly scrubdown of the house or anything like that, but that's because whenever we visit a neat freak's house, Mom spends the entire way home bitching about how unnaturally CLEAN it is.
Ah well, my only regret is that this rant of hers wasn't nearly as funny as the dairy one. She's convinced that dairy products are full of hormones that are omg so bad for you, yet she continues to eat meat from hormone-fed animals and mercury-ridden seafood. Way to go. Oh, and disposable plastic bottles are no longer allowed in the house not because they're wasteful and unnecessary, but because they cause autism. (??????????)
I don't even get mad over this dumb shit anymore. I'm just logging each one away as another random Mom spiel and going on my merry way.
In other news, the other Alex (a.k.a. NoVa Alex) is in town today, and we're going to Rocky Horror tonight. No worries; if he tries putting moves on me, I know how to knee people in the balls. I think I'll be fine. =D
Yesterday was weird. I was out to lunch with Alex the boyfriend, and his friend Zach ended up with us. The next thing I knew, we were discussing Burn After Reading (or, rather, the fact that Zach and I hadn't seen it) and making plans to have a sleepover so we could watch it at midnight on HBO.
Yeah, I dunno.
Anyway, I've got laundry to hang up and a room to clean.