Wednesday, January 6, 2010

The Honey Moon Stage is Over...



... 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.

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