I told my mom that GB will be working all around Thanksgiving, so we’ll just be staying here instead of going to GB’s parents’.
Mom said, “You should just find a restaurant that’s open to have Thanksgiving dinner. You know, so you don’t have to cook.”
(My response was to get unbearably grumpy and snap, “Of *COURSE* that’s what we’re doing! I’m not going to *cook*!”)
My mom’s comment is not *actually* the most annoying thing you’ve ever heard, right? Yeah. I’m thinking it’s the hormones.
Poor, poor people who have to deal with me everyday.