On Tuesday, my mom asked me where I wanted to go to eat for my birthday this weekend (I wanted to wait until my brother was home). So I told her either Red Robin or The Amarillo (BBQ). She gave me a funny look and said " How about Farmer Browns? Your brother didn't get to eat there the last time he was home"
I said fine. Whatever.
Then I walked away thinking' why the fuck did you even ask me if you already had your mind made up?'
I don't really like Farmer Browns. Either does my husband. All I have ever get there is spaghetti. I was craving it when I was pregnant with Faith, but uh, she's almost 4 months old now and I've gotten over it
Then this is the conversation we had today"
Me:So, what time we were doingt this on Sunday, because I'm going out for BBQ at some point this weekend.
Mom:Well, I don't know what time your brother will be getting up or what he has planned"
Me: Are we going out for my birthday or because Bill is in town?
Mom: We thought we'd go out for your birthday. Why?
Me: Because I'm still trying to figure out why you would ask me where I wanted to go if you already had your mind made up with where we were going because thats what Bill likes.
Mom: Fine, Ann -
............and then she fucking hung up
So, Me being the petty bitch I am, called her voicemail at work and told her to forget it. I'm not going.
SHE DRIVES ME FUCKING CRAZY!
The world stops when my brother is in town.
* Yes I do realize that there are much more important things going on in the world than where I'm eating at, but I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'm a petty bitch.
Now go donate to the Red Cross