I am seriously about to strangle you. I just had a loooong day after being up all hours of the night helping out mother not be in so much pain and helping our brother when he had a seizure. I am running on four hours of sleep, I went to work with our mother in order to help her with a crapload of stuff she has to do. Then we have to go get you, twenty minutes away, at the mall so you can come do your laundry at our house. You say you'll get us pizza. I'm already really tired and really fed up, after dealing with snotty kids all day, but I don't want our tired, hurting mother to have to drive the whole way. So we come to get you. Except you can't be bothered to get your butt out of the store for another forty-five minutes. Then you try to guilt-trip me into doing a photo shoot with our niece tomorrow, when I already told you guys that I probably wasn't available. Then we finally get you to your house, where you take another twenty minutes to get your laundry. Then we end up having to go backwards to get your husband from work. Then we wait in the parking lot for twenty minutes for him to haul his lazy butt out of work. Then he says to drop him off back at his house. THEN we wait another fifteen minutes in the parking lot while he goes to grab a change of clothes. Then we go to get the pizzas, which you said were right ready to go. NOPE. We wait another twenty minutes for them to make it. Then we finally get home, and you try your I'll-poke-you-and-touch-you-and-just-be-super-annoying-in-general psycho mode. Then you freak out and get all offended when I finally lose it and scream at you to stop. Thank you so much for ruining my break.
I need some sleep. .-.