Annoyed. BFF's teenaged son is an asshole (I know, redundant). He has a chronic illness that gives him some food issues with textures and flavors. Family is, in my opinion, overly indulgent of kid (I get surly teen, but flat out ignoring people and being rude to your grandmother is not okay). Yesterday, I made him homemade mac and cheese, which was rich, but rather bland, the way he likes. He loved and ate all of it.
I also made a grown up version with fancy cheese and breadcrumbs. Today, nana suggests that he eat the leftover grownup mac and cheese. I point out that there is nothing about it he likes, she suggests the that he just eat the non-bread crumb part and shushes me when I mention the flavors. He heats up all of the leftovers, tries it, doesn't like it, and throws it all out. I am annoyed that my hard work went to waste for nothing. For this kid who has no appreciation.
It shouldn't be a big deal, but he's so unpleasant to such nice people, and I hate rewarding bad behavior
I'm visiting my parents now, and so is my sister. We woke up this morning, and there were stockings for the whole family above the fireplace. This has never happened before.
My mother is confusing.
? Did you get an orange in the toe?
? Did you get an orange in the toe?
I got a Star Wars Pez dispenser (Rey), some candy (most of it vegan), a pen, and a $50 bill. And some ChapStick.
And we're going out for Chinese food for dinner. (At a restaurant that doesn't have much vegan stuff, but it's got one or two dishes that are OK, so I'll get those.)
Oh, the stocking also had some gelt in it, for maximum confusion. And some ponytail holders and hair clips, in bright colors that I'd never wear outside the house.
Hil, that is indeed a very perplexing stocking. I wish you good Chinese food.
That is perplexing, Hil!
I saw the new RBG movie with a friend and then had soup dumplings. And now it's not yet 6pm but feels much later
We would get gelt and a dreidel in our stockings, the story was that Santa would pick them up in Israel from one of our honorary aunties... but we were decidedly Christian people.
