Why I hate my mother
February 16th, 2009
My mother is generally oblivious to anything I do, say, wear or inhale, so she is constantly endangering her heart’s health by noticing my tattoos, piercings and the like up to 12 months after their advent.
Last night she picked me up from the airport and immediately exclaimed, “Annik! You’ve shrunk!”
Pleased that she had noticed my new sleek figure, I proceeded to explain my recently tweaked workout regime and how I have been hauling arse out of bed at 5:30am every morning to exercise, but it has obviously been worth it because now I am thinner and hot.
“No,” she interrupted, “I think you’ve gotten shorter. Are you slouching even more than usual?”
8 Responses to “Why I hate my mother”
Your mother cracks me up ..
Are you looking at her in “that tone of voice”?
The funniest part of this post is the tags. I wish the rest of your family blogged.
@Zac – I’ve actually been meaning to post some snippets from mum’s latest Family Xmas Newsletter. If my brother blogged, he would only post anti-system rants. As for Petey Pops.. well he’s more into musical expression than writing
Oh Annik, you’re not short. I mean, *I* look up to you
You are a BITCH!!!
You are a BITCH
“If my brother blogged, he would only post anti-system rants.”
But that’s only because everything is so FUCKED
lolz
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