grrrrrr. grrrr I say
Mom: Come pick out which hamburger helper you want.
Me: I want the cheese burger one
Mom: I was hoping you wouldn't pick that one. There goes my dinner
Me: What was the point of asking me which one I wanted?
Mom: Don't get smart with me, loud mouth
Me: Um. Ok?
Mom: *slams door*
She really knows how to piss on my parade, dude. This is exactly why I avoid that woman at all cost. I don't even know why I told her I'd come here for dinner. She can't cook ANYWAYS. If I felt like eating rubber, I'd sit outside a gnaw on my tires for a couple of hours.
Me: I want the cheese burger one
Mom: I was hoping you wouldn't pick that one. There goes my dinner
Me: What was the point of asking me which one I wanted?
Mom: Don't get smart with me, loud mouth
Me: Um. Ok?
Mom: *slams door*
She really knows how to piss on my parade, dude. This is exactly why I avoid that woman at all cost. I don't even know why I told her I'd come here for dinner. She can't cook ANYWAYS. If I felt like eating rubber, I'd sit outside a gnaw on my tires for a couple of hours.