So, yesterday was pretty much a day of hell. But since most of you are twisted (;D) i'll tell you about it and maybe you'll laugh(;

Friday night my mother calls me and excitedly tells me she got me a job for the next day (Saturday) that pays $100. Sounds great right? um no. The $100? i'd have to split it with my brother. The job? Working in an outdoor concession stand in FAIRFIELD of all places for 10 hours. Oh and the kicker? I would have to cancel the plans I've had for 2 weeks that i had been talking about all week. But of course, these are minuscule reasons to my mother.

So we get in a fight OVER THE PHONE, and then my mother, who is in her forties, HANGS UP ON ME. yes. that is right. My mother acted like the child in the situation. This happens quite alot in my family. So because she hung up on me, and i didn't call her back and grovel, i'm grounded for a week. lovely.

So that was friday night. I wake up Saturday about, ehhh Nine? And go downstairs. As i enter the kitchen guess whats waiting for me in the living room? I kid you not, a stack of laundry about four inches shorter than myself. Guess what 20 year old decided his little sister would love doing laundry while grounded? That's right, my charming brother (who also thought it would be oh so charming to throw a pack of batteries at my head while i was folding his pants and bruise my forehead. YAY!)

So while I'm folding the clothes, I decided i would go make myself a sandwich. EHHH no bread. How about some cereal? EHH no milk. Hmmm, frozen dinner? EHHH none of that either. So, no thats not going to ruin my day, so i decided i'd use the 20 in my purse and order some chinese? Oh wait, my loving brother needed gas money so he helped himself to the personal ATM, aka my purse.

But now im agitated and hot from chasing my dog around the house trying to get back my brothers BOXERS that I'm supposed to be washing, because I'm grounded, because my mother hung up on me (see that unfailing logic?) I decided to lay down on the couch for a minute and relax. Well heaven forbid! My dog (yes, the underwear dog) decided it would be a swell idea to attack my cat who was sleeping on the upper part of the couch above my head. WELL, of course Charlie-Jackson (yes, my cat has a double name. My brother, the charming one, and i couldn't agree so we gave him both) falls from the top of the couch ONTO MY FACE. and me being a human, i flip out and he claws the living hell out of my face. Im not kidding, i look like i got in a fight with wolverine.

Then i just want to call up *the guy* (who shall remain nameless because I am angry at him for the moment and shunning his very existence.) and tell him how bad my day has been. He answers the phone and i hear people in the background. I asked him if he needed to go and he said no, that he would leave the room. So as im telling him how bad my day is, he interrupts me to tell me to hang on "cause he needs both hands to open his beer." So i ignore that and then wait for him to listen. He said he was ready and i went on, and actually started crying. After i finished the story, still in tears, what is his genius response? "HEY, DID YOU SEE THE BAMA GAME TODAY?" yes, that is right. After i pour my heart and and cry he asks me about football. Oh and then he had to go before i could even answer the flippin question because "____ was trying to get his chair."

Typical Man. *see previous blog*

That was pretty much my saturday. Lovely right. Gee Ma, thanks for grounding me because you hung up on me. And Gee Wiz kevin! I love doing your laundry, you stealing my money, having your cat slice my face, and having projectiles LAUNCHED AT MY HEAD. And how could i forget you, *that guy*? Your sensitivity is astounding!

haha maybe i'm feeling a little smart, but i'm justified.

Hey look, you survived another blog(;

-annaa(:

*Question of the Day*
Is it possible for a liar to not lie when saying he's a liar?