Mimi called
Sunday, 28 December 2003 15:37![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fatrockstarMimi is my evil grandma. I have not spoken to her since she called me in August to bitch about my sister's behavior and get all teary over Mama's death. Call me cold and heartless, but this woman has caused me and mine more pain just by existing than any schoolyard bully. If you don't talk to her, or if she thinks you're not paying attention, she will push buttons until you explode at her and then cry "why are you so mean to me?" I have no sympathy whatsoever for her, and could go the rest of my life without ever talking to her again.
I do talk to my sister, though. Charlotte, in her infinite wisdom, decided to snap at Mimi by telling her that I called on Christmas and didn't want to talk to her specifically because she is a jerk. "Did you really say that?" she asked. I got off on a technicality. I did tell my grandmother that she wasn't the easiest person to get along with, to which she said "that's not a very nice thing to say." I threw one of her own rationales back at her: "I'm not trying to be ugly, I'm just being honest."
Now I'm irritated and cranky and want to go shopping. Maybe I should just eat, because I haven't really had anything to eat yet today.
Garret's parents bought us all the stuff on our Amazon wish lists, and now I feel like crap about not being able to get them as much. THIS is one of the reasons I would like a child -- kids don't feel guilty about getting massive amounts of loot from people who can afford it, especially their grandparents. Kids tend to enjoy the holiday more anyway. Besides, I can tell that both his parents and my dad are chomping at the bit to spoil a grandbaby. Seriously.
I do talk to my sister, though. Charlotte, in her infinite wisdom, decided to snap at Mimi by telling her that I called on Christmas and didn't want to talk to her specifically because she is a jerk. "Did you really say that?" she asked. I got off on a technicality. I did tell my grandmother that she wasn't the easiest person to get along with, to which she said "that's not a very nice thing to say." I threw one of her own rationales back at her: "I'm not trying to be ugly, I'm just being honest."
Now I'm irritated and cranky and want to go shopping. Maybe I should just eat, because I haven't really had anything to eat yet today.
Garret's parents bought us all the stuff on our Amazon wish lists, and now I feel like crap about not being able to get them as much. THIS is one of the reasons I would like a child -- kids don't feel guilty about getting massive amounts of loot from people who can afford it, especially their grandparents. Kids tend to enjoy the holiday more anyway. Besides, I can tell that both his parents and my dad are chomping at the bit to spoil a grandbaby. Seriously.
