So today my aunt bitched about me to my mom. What for?!
My aunt and uncle came over before and was going thru my unopened mail asking a million questions!! I'm like...It's mine. It's from Stuy. From Stuy. FROM STUY!!!! They weren't even listening! I haven't opened it yet so I can't even tell them what it's about, not that it's their business anyway. So, I took it off the table and was like "It's mine" and I put it on my desk.
Then they sat down on the couch. My copies of my tax returns from the accountant is on the couch on the far end away from them. My uncles reaches over the volumes of photo albums (no joke) and a mountain of random things and SCRUTINIZES my taxes. MY TAXES!!! We all use the same accountant so they know what the manilla envelopes from the guy look like. The amount you owe or get back are written right on top for ease of viewing...BY THE PERSON TO WHOM TO THE TAXES BELONG!!! The two separate tax form envelops are bound with a rubberband. He's inspecting the first one. And I'm glaring at him not 3 feet away. Then he PEELS back the first one to analyze the second one!!!! So I take it back and say "O. These are just my taxes."
This happened before I left for work. Some time later when my mom goes to my aunt's house, my aunt starts bitching. "God. I don't know what her problem is. Even her uncle said she has a real fucking temper. She just snatched it out of his hands!"
1. You use the word fuck in the middle of a description of my temper. Whose temper sucks now?!!?!!?
2. I did NOT raise my voice or disrespect them. When and where did they see this temper supposedly flare up?
3. I snatched it?! I took it from his hands. I didn't SNATCH it. And even if I did...MY PERSONAL TAX INFORMATION!!!!!
My mom just kind of smiled at her and walked away. She already knows what kind of people the two of them are. NOSY.
The two of them don't know how big of hypocrites they are. They complain about other people being nosy but they're nosier than everyone else!!!!
My mom knows my temper. It's not fantab. But she also knows they are nosier than I am tempermental.
So my mom starts ranting about them to me after I told her what happened today (I was still pissed HOURS after it happened). My mom was like "Of course they're going to look! They were all suspicious and jealous when you got me that ring and wanted to go shop for LV bags on my birthday last week."
1. My MOTHER. Her 50TH birthday. I'm gonna do it big.
2. I didn't care to go to the LV store. My mom had planned to go even before her birthday because she knew she was getting a tax refund. I would have paid for whatever she wanted if she actually saw something she liked. She didn't so nothing was even purchased.
3. It's my MOTHER. WTF. My relationship with her is always always going to be different from my relationship with my aunt. There is no question.
So what's REALLY good, son?!
My aunt and uncle came over before and was going thru my unopened mail asking a million questions!! I'm like...It's mine. It's from Stuy. From Stuy. FROM STUY!!!! They weren't even listening! I haven't opened it yet so I can't even tell them what it's about, not that it's their business anyway. So, I took it off the table and was like "It's mine" and I put it on my desk.
Then they sat down on the couch. My copies of my tax returns from the accountant is on the couch on the far end away from them. My uncles reaches over the volumes of photo albums (no joke) and a mountain of random things and SCRUTINIZES my taxes. MY TAXES!!! We all use the same accountant so they know what the manilla envelopes from the guy look like. The amount you owe or get back are written right on top for ease of viewing...BY THE PERSON TO WHOM TO THE TAXES BELONG!!! The two separate tax form envelops are bound with a rubberband. He's inspecting the first one. And I'm glaring at him not 3 feet away. Then he PEELS back the first one to analyze the second one!!!! So I take it back and say "O. These are just my taxes."
This happened before I left for work. Some time later when my mom goes to my aunt's house, my aunt starts bitching. "God. I don't know what her problem is. Even her uncle said she has a real fucking temper. She just snatched it out of his hands!"
1. You use the word fuck in the middle of a description of my temper. Whose temper sucks now?!!?!!?
2. I did NOT raise my voice or disrespect them. When and where did they see this temper supposedly flare up?
3. I snatched it?! I took it from his hands. I didn't SNATCH it. And even if I did...MY PERSONAL TAX INFORMATION!!!!!
My mom just kind of smiled at her and walked away. She already knows what kind of people the two of them are. NOSY.
The two of them don't know how big of hypocrites they are. They complain about other people being nosy but they're nosier than everyone else!!!!
My mom knows my temper. It's not fantab. But she also knows they are nosier than I am tempermental.
So my mom starts ranting about them to me after I told her what happened today (I was still pissed HOURS after it happened). My mom was like "Of course they're going to look! They were all suspicious and jealous when you got me that ring and wanted to go shop for LV bags on my birthday last week."
1. My MOTHER. Her 50TH birthday. I'm gonna do it big.
2. I didn't care to go to the LV store. My mom had planned to go even before her birthday because she knew she was getting a tax refund. I would have paid for whatever she wanted if she actually saw something she liked. She didn't so nothing was even purchased.
3. It's my MOTHER. WTF. My relationship with her is always always going to be different from my relationship with my aunt. There is no question.
So what's REALLY good, son?!
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