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I've managed to piss off my mother today. I didn't have a very good reason to do it, but I definitely did it on purpose.
You see, I'm on fake!Vicodin, which is whatever the generic brand of that drug is. And as such, I'm not allowed to drive within four to six hours after taking it. My car, therefore, is supposed to be at my mother's house, since she insisted that I stay with her for a while, and it hasn't migrated its way back to my house yet.
I say 'supposed to be' because mother tells me today "By the way, Aunt Michelle took your car to New Jersey."
I give mother this "O_O!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!" look.
"Oh, don't worry, it'll be back sometime. Hopefully by Tuesday."
"Yes, I hope so, considering all my shit is in my car."
Now, at this point, it should be noticed that my niece has recently been baptized and therefore the preacher, who uh, is really laid back, is standing nearby. And if she'd just left it be, it would not have been a scene. But she pushed, so I pushed back, because it's my car, I was already pissed off at her, and I wasn't in the mood to be pushed back into line.
"Your what?" she asked with this sideways crazy-eyed glare at the preacher.
"All my shit is in the car."
Mother catches the preacher's eye, smiles at him, and glares at me. "All your stuff, you mean."
"Yes. All my shit is in that car."
And it's true. All my make-up, my important numbers, my appointment cards, my LIFE is in that car. So to see that it's just suddenly in New Jersey with no actual "hey, by the way, Lindsay, we're borrowing your car..." is kind of a slap in the face.
Mother leans over to me. "You are an obnoxious child." And storms off.
I cannot keep the smug, self-satisfied, and pleased excuses for an expression off my face.
You see, I'm on fake!Vicodin, which is whatever the generic brand of that drug is. And as such, I'm not allowed to drive within four to six hours after taking it. My car, therefore, is supposed to be at my mother's house, since she insisted that I stay with her for a while, and it hasn't migrated its way back to my house yet.
I say 'supposed to be' because mother tells me today "By the way, Aunt Michelle took your car to New Jersey."
I give mother this "O_O!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!" look.
"Oh, don't worry, it'll be back sometime. Hopefully by Tuesday."
"Yes, I hope so, considering all my shit is in my car."
Now, at this point, it should be noticed that my niece has recently been baptized and therefore the preacher, who uh, is really laid back, is standing nearby. And if she'd just left it be, it would not have been a scene. But she pushed, so I pushed back, because it's my car, I was already pissed off at her, and I wasn't in the mood to be pushed back into line.
"Your what?" she asked with this sideways crazy-eyed glare at the preacher.
"All my shit is in the car."
Mother catches the preacher's eye, smiles at him, and glares at me. "All your stuff, you mean."
"Yes. All my shit is in that car."
And it's true. All my make-up, my important numbers, my appointment cards, my LIFE is in that car. So to see that it's just suddenly in New Jersey with no actual "hey, by the way, Lindsay, we're borrowing your car..." is kind of a slap in the face.
Mother leans over to me. "You are an obnoxious child." And storms off.
I cannot keep the smug, self-satisfied, and pleased excuses for an expression off my face.