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I have proof. MY MOTHER DOESN'T GET IT. - Spirit — LiveJournal
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I wish I hadn't closed the window before I thought to post this. The conversation goes something like this:

Mom: Jeff, you need to pick me up on Wednesday from work, take me home, and do my taxes.
Me: You could say please. Maybe ask if I'm busy?
My mother: Oh. I'm sorry, I hadn't realized I didn't. Please? Plus, could you come and look at TV's today with me?
Me: No. (insert explanation that I work 12 hour shifts on the weekends and have to be back at work in 9 hours and I'd like to sleep before then. She should know this, considering how many times she's abruptly woken me up to ask me some stupid question at like 8 a.m. or how many times I've passed out over there at noon or any of the other many indicators that I exist in the night away from the evil daystar...)
My mother: Oh. Then on Wednesday you can.

*bangs head on wall* Yes mother. I'm your god-damned chauffeur. I really don't mind. In fact, honestly, as long as you're not being a total bitch (which has happened) it's kinda enjoyable. But simple courtesy would be appreciated. K? Thx.

Oh, and while I'm here. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/le_necesito/xmen179.jpg → This is for phloxin to annoy him. ;)
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hisdaffodil From: hisdaffodil Date: January 23rd, 2005 11:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
See another reason you should come visit! She can't reach you here! Oh wait... I forgot, you work. ;)

You're still her "baby" Jeffy. She thinks you still have to be told, not asked. I advise caller id and turning the ringer off occasionally.

We have this problem with John's mom. Nipped it pretty nicely by moving to another city and watching the caller id box.
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