(Let me start out by saying, Nhat, that I introduced you to the word "bomb sauce." I remember because it was on skype, and you were like "bomb sauce??" and I was like "yeah! it's my word." I saw what you were talking to Raegan about, congrats on UW Bothell though)
The fantastic-ness started yesterday when Alicia came over, and we tie dyed and made jello shots. She spent the night, then in the morning I "took the dog out" and brought in her first scavenger hunt clue (Derek asked her to prom today. :) I helped.) We went to Third Place Books, then the Seattle Aquarium, then Seattle Center House, then finally ended up at Gasworks Park.
Where I got my first ticket--parking, but nonetheless a ticket--but anyways.
Got home, had dinner at my dad's, packed my things, and left to my mom's. Five minutes after I get into the door, and after my mom gives us souvenirs from Florida, she decides she's starving, and said Jose (new fiancee) was taking her out to dinner.
She'd been in Florida since like Tuesday or something. Hadn't seen us kids since then. And she fucking ditches us. For him. Again.
And so I text her like three times asking her once where tape is, once why she got my 19 year old brother a book on how to mix alcoholic drinks, and once I said "Helloooo. This is your daughter" and she never replied. Shows where her priorities are. THEN. She got home and asked why I was mad at her. I shrugged my shoulders, then she got pissed at me. For being mad at her. Because mature people do that. Right about now, yes, at eleven p.m., I would just adore a damn run.
Dear mother, thank you for ruining my day.
To be honest, I have zero words to explain my feelings right now. I'm in the worst mood.
So...yeah?
M
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Thanks Mel.
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