This is why I need tequila
This weekend was interesting. First of all, my mother dyed her hair darker... like mine. Then she bought sunglasses... like mine. Since I've moved back I've noticed that she's beginning to dress like me. God help me. I already look just like her... just darker & younger. Now she wants to be twins. This is why I need tequila. Then I told her I wanted to open a second checking account. She told me that the bank didn't allow that. On what planet?! On hers, where if I don't ask for her opinion, advice or approval, she tries to discourage me from it. This is why I need tequila. She's put on weight in the last few months & I've lost weight. For the first time in my life I'm thinner than her. I think it's driving her crazy. This is why she needs tequila. We planned on going to a flea market. I told her I would just meet her there. Then she proceeded to try to convince me to go to her house then go to the flea market. Why? It hit the wrong nerve & I got pissed. She picked up on it & told me I could do what I wanted. I ended the conversation. Then she called me later to give me permission to do what I was going to do anyway. Where's the stinkin tequila!!
On a positive note, my step dad & I got along great. He gave orders for me to help him with something, then made a point to thank me for it. So I made it a point to say 'you're welcome.' Give the man a beer.