Dear Mom,
I know that at randomn points in the day (like when the sink is full) you must sigh and think of your beloved daughter, off and on her own, and want to call me and chat abouteverything you are doing in your life...
But please don't call me at 2:30pm when I am at work and protest that it's important that I ask Casey to hook you up with one of his mechanic friends to fix the car that was initially -supposed- to go to me before you Rear-ended someone with yours, effectively totalling both cars.
Seriously. I work until 5:30 most days, you know this, it is not a foreign concept. And inviing me to dinner does not quite make up for it.
Argh I'm so frustrated by her sometimes...
I have to remember to let it go to voicemail, then call back after some hours of meditation.
But please don't call me at 2:30pm when I am at work and protest that it's important that I ask Casey to hook you up with one of his mechanic friends to fix the car that was initially -supposed- to go to me before you Rear-ended someone with yours, effectively totalling both cars.
Seriously. I work until 5:30 most days, you know this, it is not a foreign concept. And inviing me to dinner does not quite make up for it.
Argh I'm so frustrated by her sometimes...
I have to remember to let it go to voicemail, then call back after some hours of meditation.