I Probably Just Devolped Hyprothermia Thanks To My Mother. (The first chapter in my rant zone)
If you haven't read the title, I probably just devolped hyprothermia thanks to mother dearest. (That's what I call her when I'm pissed at her. Or I just call her mother when I'm mad. She hates it) She descided "Oh, since your brother has his friend over, why don't you put away all the empty Christmas boxes into our frezzing cold garage even though your listening to awesome music and don't want to be interupted?".
After I did all of that (We have way too many Christmas decorations), she noticed that the garbge can was still on the end of our freakishly long driveway. So she made me go out and get it, without even giving me time to get a coat. Did I mention that it's 18 degrees out? And that it's dark? And that I didn't have a coat? Yeah, I don't think I did. After I brought it in, freezing and ready to kill my mother dead,she makes me go through out the entire house, collecting garbage from every garbage can and putting it in the can. And then I had to replace all of the bags into every single one.
"You know, thanks to you, I probably just got hyprothermia." Is exactly what I said to mother dearest after I did all that.
"That's what coats are for dear." Was her extreamly annoying response. You didn't even give me time to get a freaking coat, idiot brain!! I just glared at her, made some hot choclate, and walked away.
I did most of that without complaining out loud. But now my twin brother is whining because he has to vacum our rather small basement because he left it a mess. I can hear him from up her. Almost none of that garbage was mine, and did I complain out loud? No, I did not. But did he whine about cleaning up his own mess? Yes, yes he is.
I hate my imdeate realtions.
(P.S Yes, I realize this is me ranting)
After I did all of that (We have way too many Christmas decorations), she noticed that the garbge can was still on the end of our freakishly long driveway. So she made me go out and get it, without even giving me time to get a coat. Did I mention that it's 18 degrees out? And that it's dark? And that I didn't have a coat? Yeah, I don't think I did. After I brought it in, freezing and ready to kill my mother dead,she makes me go through out the entire house, collecting garbage from every garbage can and putting it in the can. And then I had to replace all of the bags into every single one.
"You know, thanks to you, I probably just got hyprothermia." Is exactly what I said to mother dearest after I did all that.
"That's what coats are for dear." Was her extreamly annoying response. You didn't even give me time to get a freaking coat, idiot brain!! I just glared at her, made some hot choclate, and walked away.
I did most of that without complaining out loud. But now my twin brother is whining because he has to vacum our rather small basement because he left it a mess. I can hear him from up her. Almost none of that garbage was mine, and did I complain out loud? No, I did not. But did he whine about cleaning up his own mess? Yes, yes he is.
I hate my imdeate realtions.
(P.S Yes, I realize this is me ranting)
4 Comments
Haha, I definately know who to blame when Aunt Barbie turns up dead :).
Wow your mom must be stupid :/
She is.
That sucks. Lots.