My mother is not being nice

When I say "not nice," I mean she's been picking on me.

So I called my mom to tell her stories about my day, which has been a good day, but quite long and rather stressful. I just got off the phone with her. We'd been talking for almost an hour. I think my call summary said 52 minutes. This is normal. We are both random, talkative people. It's fun. We would've talked longer, but she abandoned me. For her mother. Who is quite a bit like both of us in the talkative department. Those fragments were intentional. Also, I'm not upset that my mother is talking to my grandma instead of to me. Besides, she'll call me back :)

Exhibit A of "My mother is not nice."

1. She informed me that she wished I was there because she was just taking some warm blonde brownies out of the oven. Ok, that was so not fair. I could go for a blonde brownie, oh yes, I could. Oh, and then she went on and on about how she had brownies she wished she could share with me. Yeah right.

2. Sometimes when I am stressed out I rant. Actually, I always rant when I am stressed out. I get very animated and talk very fast and jump from topic to topic and just generally don't make a whole lot of sense. I mentioned this to Mama and asked if she could understand me. She said, "Usually I can't, but right now I can." NOT TRUE, and not nice. Then she laughed at me, like she had just said the funniest thing ever.

3. Later on in the conversation, she informed me that she was eating a warm blonde brownie. Somehow the word "warm" makes it sound so much more delicious. (Is that just me?) Then she's all, "Can you smell it on my breath?" And then she breathed loudly into the phone.

Q.E.D.

(Latin. Quod erat demonstrandum. "That which was to be demonstrated." Basically, I've just shown you what I meant to show you.)

(Or you could pretend it stands for quod ego dico, which basically means "because I said so." Take your pick.)