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tiamatlady) wrote2001-12-25 02:04 pm
tiamatlady) wrote2001-12-25 02:04 pm
Jesus H. Jumping Christ
on a Holy Rolling, Gas Powered Pogo Stick!
An example of Xmas at my house.
Three weeks ago - Mother: I'm getting steaks for dinner on Xmas, I'm tired of turkey or ham, I want something different. I got prime rib and filet mignons. You want one of the filets, right? (Filet is my choice of cut, I like my meat like I like everything else - expensive *evil grin*) me: Yup, sounds good.
The other day - Mother: Oh this prime rib is much bigger than I had thought, it'll feed most of us, but I still think I want the filet. Do you still want the filet? Me: Yup, still want the filet.
Yesterday - Mother: So I'm making the prime rib, did you still want the filet. Me: *sigh* YES, I still want the filet.
10 minutes ago - Sister: Mom wants to know if you still want the filet, the prime rib is really big, and if you want one she can make it, but it'll take a bit longer. Me: I want the DAMN Filet mignon, she's asked me the same damn question 3 friggin times already! Sister: Sheeesh, I was just asking.
*buries head in hands*
Seriously, I thought the question was answered three weeks ago. If she doesn't want to make them, she could just say "You know the prime rib is huge, I think I'm going to save the filets. You're ok with that, right?" At which I would pout and tell her HELL yes I wanted a filet! *grin* But at that point I'd really be at fault. Is it my fault that the woman is passive aggressive? She asked me a question, and I answered it. How many times do we need to go over it. It's not brain surgery!
People ask me why I don't like family stuff, this ought to give you an idea.
On the up side, my nephew's pop mix CD is *finally* almost done, and the sooner I got for dinner the sooner I can come home.
An example of Xmas at my house.
Three weeks ago - Mother: I'm getting steaks for dinner on Xmas, I'm tired of turkey or ham, I want something different. I got prime rib and filet mignons. You want one of the filets, right? (Filet is my choice of cut, I like my meat like I like everything else - expensive *evil grin*) me: Yup, sounds good.
The other day - Mother: Oh this prime rib is much bigger than I had thought, it'll feed most of us, but I still think I want the filet. Do you still want the filet? Me: Yup, still want the filet.
Yesterday - Mother: So I'm making the prime rib, did you still want the filet. Me: *sigh* YES, I still want the filet.
10 minutes ago - Sister: Mom wants to know if you still want the filet, the prime rib is really big, and if you want one she can make it, but it'll take a bit longer. Me: I want the DAMN Filet mignon, she's asked me the same damn question 3 friggin times already! Sister: Sheeesh, I was just asking.
*buries head in hands*
Seriously, I thought the question was answered three weeks ago. If she doesn't want to make them, she could just say "You know the prime rib is huge, I think I'm going to save the filets. You're ok with that, right?" At which I would pout and tell her HELL yes I wanted a filet! *grin* But at that point I'd really be at fault. Is it my fault that the woman is passive aggressive? She asked me a question, and I answered it. How many times do we need to go over it. It's not brain surgery!
People ask me why I don't like family stuff, this ought to give you an idea.
On the up side, my nephew's pop mix CD is *finally* almost done, and the sooner I got for dinner the sooner I can come home.