Here’s something amusing. My mom had misplaced my W2’s, and so, when I first walked in the door after work, she was frantically searching every stack of papers in the house for them.
So we’re sitting in the living room looking around, and Psychobrat prances out of her room with her notebook. She sits down at the computer.
“Uh…” my mom says nervously, “…when I find these forms, I’m going to need that.”
Psychobrat screeches, “I HAVE TO DO MY HOMEWORK!”
Mom takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly, and says, “I think that this is a little more important than your homework tonight.”
“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO, FAIL!?” she screeched.
“You can go one night without typing hundreds of definitions,” Mom replied.
“I HAVE TO DO 350 TONIGHT!” she screeched. “THAT’S THE MOST I’VE EVER HAD TO DO!”
“WHY DIDN’T YOU DO THIS BEFORE!?”
Mom said, “I couldn’t find the forms,” at the same time as I said, “She’s been doing everybody else’s, that’s why.”
You’d think she actually had them in her hand or something and was telling Psychobrat she had to be off the computer immediately.
“Well, the only person who’s been messing with this stuff is Milo, so….”
Psychobrat let it trail off there. Obviously she was accusing him, as she always accuses either him or me. But the ironic thing here was, Mom had already asked Milo if he had seen them. Psychobrat was out of bounds. …And there was something else I’d wanted to add there, but I can’t remember what it was…. (I’m really tired.)
My mind seriously went blank there. I got distracted by Facebook, and I was tired as it was…okay, new subject.
Going to pay my damned parking tickets tomorrow (finally). Tinny will be given the list of people to call beforehand (since I’d only get one call), in case I get arrested.
Ah, I’m too tired to write anymore tonight. I’ll update later.
Tomorrow I shall tell about seeing Tinny’s hot Cornish Pixie teacher (who likes Seinfeld) at work tonight. Maybe other random stuff. But for now, bed.