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2011-07-10 @ 3:29 p.m.
the old cat is looking at my boy cat and it seems that through their cat telepathy she's saying, "wow. what did you do to make mom so mad?" i will tell you about it later, because i am still deeply upset about everything about the situation. and yes, that is exactly how i wanted that sentence to read. and then today, bf is saying to me, "are you ok? you seem so down. you seem like you're in a weird mood." he doesn't 100% understand. i know my mom would but i don't want to worsen the situation by calling her and talking about it again. i just want to have a nice night in with boy, get touched and fondled, then fall asleep. funny thing about my mom. she would understand how i feel about this situation 100%. but she and i are so fundamentally different in so many other ways. for several years now, there's been a contest in the family for who makes the best BBQ ribs. no one wins anything, just bragging rights. we had a rib-off a couple years ago, and she only asked the people she was close with which their favorite was, and out of 4 people she only came out with a 2 vote win (the other two were for mine and my brother's). so a couple months ago she changed her recipe and her ribs have become amazing! bf and i have complimented her endlessly and told her to make them again and again. i asked what her new sauce was, and she's only said, "it's a secret. i can't tell you." so my brother calls me yesterday, upset, at her house. he said he was just passing through the kitchen and saw the PACKAGE THAT THE RIBS CAME FROM IN THE TRASH. she's been buying them and passing them off as her own!! that is not cool. if she was buying a premade sauce, that would be different. but she's just all-out lying now. on the complete other hand, i made some pasta salad that everyone was in love with, and they kept asking what i did. i told them i didn't do anything; it was a box of suddenly salad with some marinated mushrooms tossed in. it's okay to be humble, mom. yesterday my stepdad made some kind of comment to bf, which i'm sure he intended initially to be sarcastic, but bf took it very seriously. stepdad said, in reference to bf talking about me and how well i treat bf, and how bf's son and i are cool as hell, and how bf's son is just a generally cool kid: "well aren't you lucky." and bf just looked right at him and said, "yeah, i really am." just a moment later, someone got up from the table and asked bf if he needed anything else [to eat or drink, obv], and he said, "i couldn't ask for anything else." i am so happy to have him. |