It's an absolute shame that God designed the woman with neat aerodynamic curves and yet forgot to give her a brain.
Mom. 1:30 PM. She calls me to the garage, saying she wants to test some lightbulbs outside because they trip the breaker. I go outside, pour some water onto the outdoor bulb emplacement (since they go out while it's raining) and mom flips the switch. Braker jumps. So we take off the bulb and we then need to let it dry before we do any further testing.
Then mom figures that since we're in the garage and in the process of moving, that maybe we ought to empty that shelf over there...
And there...
And there...
...And there...
...And there...
At 3:30 PM, she wipes her forehead, declared a job well done, and says that she'll go take a little swim to cool off. Then she sees something else and starts packing it.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And anofuckingother...
So the short BRB that I left on my Yahoo convo with a friend turned out to last 3 hours.
That's always been the problem with my fucking mom. I never see the end when I work with her. I help her with something that should've lasted 5 minutes, and we spent 3 fucking hours outside. She constantly forgets what tasks we need to do and gets only reminded when we're almost done. She enumerates tons of stuff to do that couldn't be possibly done in a day. She never plans, and will spend a whole fucking hour planning and measuring things on-site because she was too fucking stupid to plan ahead.
She once pulled the same damn trick on me for shopping. I needed a new floppy drive. So I head to the shop to fetch one. Mom decided to accompany me since she also had to shop for "a few things."
Entering the store, buying the drive, leaving the store: 5 minutes.
Mom: she had to shop for A FUCKING FRIDGE. Not a vegetable, not something for dinner, no! A FUCKING FRIDGE!!! Took the entire day and emptied my gas tank, because we went to 4 different shops TWICE each to compare prices, and I basically did nothing but wait for her. We came back home at 7 in the evening, after mom had decided NOT to buy a fridge from those guys after all since she didn't find them pretty enough.
And then she tells me to stop making "that face". Fuck you, bitch.
I'm glad I've asked for a lock on my bedroom door. No more barge-ins, and finally I'll have TRUE peace.
Mom. 1:30 PM. She calls me to the garage, saying she wants to test some lightbulbs outside because they trip the breaker. I go outside, pour some water onto the outdoor bulb emplacement (since they go out while it's raining) and mom flips the switch. Braker jumps. So we take off the bulb and we then need to let it dry before we do any further testing.
Then mom figures that since we're in the garage and in the process of moving, that maybe we ought to empty that shelf over there...
And there...
And there...
...And there...
...And there...
At 3:30 PM, she wipes her forehead, declared a job well done, and says that she'll go take a little swim to cool off. Then she sees something else and starts packing it.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And anofuckingother...
So the short BRB that I left on my Yahoo convo with a friend turned out to last 3 hours.
That's always been the problem with my fucking mom. I never see the end when I work with her. I help her with something that should've lasted 5 minutes, and we spent 3 fucking hours outside. She constantly forgets what tasks we need to do and gets only reminded when we're almost done. She enumerates tons of stuff to do that couldn't be possibly done in a day. She never plans, and will spend a whole fucking hour planning and measuring things on-site because she was too fucking stupid to plan ahead.
She once pulled the same damn trick on me for shopping. I needed a new floppy drive. So I head to the shop to fetch one. Mom decided to accompany me since she also had to shop for "a few things."
Entering the store, buying the drive, leaving the store: 5 minutes.
Mom: she had to shop for A FUCKING FRIDGE. Not a vegetable, not something for dinner, no! A FUCKING FRIDGE!!! Took the entire day and emptied my gas tank, because we went to 4 different shops TWICE each to compare prices, and I basically did nothing but wait for her. We came back home at 7 in the evening, after mom had decided NOT to buy a fridge from those guys after all since she didn't find them pretty enough.
And then she tells me to stop making "that face". Fuck you, bitch.
I'm glad I've asked for a lock on my bedroom door. No more barge-ins, and finally I'll have TRUE peace.