Monday, December 22, 2003

Every year around the holidays my mother goes completely insane, and this year is no different. Last night my brother and I were supposed to go with her to look at Christmas lights. He thought she was coming to our house to pick us up, she thought we were meeting at her house, and fifteen minutes after we were supposed to meet... somewhere... she called my cell phone whining about how I don't care about her plans, and whenever she tries to make something special I ruin it. Excuse me... I was never told precisely what our plans would be, how is this my fault?
Last year, her boyfriend of the moment bought her a photo album and disposable camera. She's always taking pictures, so I can see where he thought this would make an acceptable gift... She broke up with him for two weeks because he "probably bought her gift at the grocery store."
Suffice to say, I'm moving far away so I can avoid spending the holidays any where near her and her guilt trips.

.:dr0wningophelia:. 12:15 | |