Just got home from two weeks of hell...I mean school today and my mother wasted no time in bitching at me. First I was told that I need to go do some kind of manual labor that requires no experience whatsoever at the local newspaper office. Then I was told I'm too fat and all my limbs will fall off from diabetes. And finally, she had a bitch-fit because one of my projects showed me saying, "I'm an art major. Can I take your order?" -- hey, I was just being realistic since that's about all you can do with an art degree where I live. And I was feeling pretty angry and stressed when I drew that.
Then she unpacked all her retro exercise gear and told me I had to use it along with taking walks in 100-degree heat (up in the northeast where we are having a major heatwave). I wouldn't mind this so much if she wasn't obese herself...pot calling the kettle black much?
Yup, good to be home.
Then she unpacked all her retro exercise gear and told me I had to use it along with taking walks in 100-degree heat (up in the northeast where we are having a major heatwave). I wouldn't mind this so much if she wasn't obese herself...pot calling the kettle black much?
Yup, good to be home.

she makes you put up with her??? 
yeh; I was just kvetching. (OMG my spell check recognized kvetch?


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