... but we still have this hotel room for another 5 nights.
At what age does our parents' kindness stop being annoying? NEGLECT ME GODDAMN IT.
Anyone who really knows me knows I love Linda and Arthur more than anything, but apparently, for only two weeks at a time.
It all started when the following conversation occurred:
INT. DINING ROOM - DAY
I breathe.
My Mom
What're you doing!?!?!?
Me
Um, breathing.
Pause.
Me
Is that okay?
Mom shrugs.
My Mom
Don't eat those almonds.
She removes almonds from coffee table and hides them in a place still unbeknownst to me :(
UGH. First of all, may I be in my own house without getting the 3rd degree? Second of all, ALMONDS ARE HEALTHY! (At least that's what they're saying this week.) If you think I'm fat, stop asking me if I want a different kind of food every 5 minutes.
If this is what being an only child is like, THANK GOD Jewish people rarely only have one kid.
