Me: Who was that on the phone?
P: Oh, my sister. She’s on her way.
Me: From San Francisco?
P: No, she just got off the 5. She’s about five minutes from here.
Me: !!!!! GIRLS GET YOUR CLOTHES ON YOUR AUNT’S HERE APPARENTLY.
Girls: *Heads cock simultaneously*
Me, to P: WOW do you owe me one now.
Twenty minutes later, after I get out of the shower:
P: Uhh…so I realized I did not tell you at ALL that my sister was coming today.
Me: Yeah.
P: I am SO SO SO SORRY.
(He even made sad pleading hands.)
Me: You realize that Mother’s Day is going to be EPIC right?
P: Umm
Me: Like a parade of elephants? Like the blood of ocelots running down our street just for my amusement?
P, walking off: Note to self, ocelots.
So? did he bring the epicness? Were there elephants, or did he have to substitute llamas? Enquiring minds want to know!
Ha ha, no. Everyone forgot Mother’s Day. *saaad trombone*
Awww…. that makes Beyonce-angel cry :(
If you have left the one small ugly room, I hope that means you’ll be spending more time in this superior and expansive room. I have stuck around the small ugly room because I have noticed that too many people seem to be vacating their superior rooms and I’d rather see them in the shithole than not see them, but you, YOU are a shining thing. I would rather see you shine frequently here. I think I’m still a little asleep but you know what I mean. And happy mother’s day, belated, from someone who also didn’t get a goddamn thing for it. What is that about? We did so well with them in so many ways, and yet here it is 13 years and I still haven’t gotten a stereotyped boiled coffee, runny egg, black toast in bed.