holy f.

my mom phones me at 9:oo this morning, first on the land line, then on the cell phone. i was still sleeping. when i finally pick up both messages about 30 minutes later, there's a dire tone to her voice. normally, i wouldn't phone her back until i had breakfast and was out of my "morning grump". but i'm afraid something bad's happened. so, i phone her back. she says, "help me! i've started my Christmas baking and i don't have everything i need." so she wants me to borrow a list of things from my dad AND buy some stuff from the store. and she wants me to pick them up and deliver them to her. should i remind you that she lives a block from my dad and i live about 10 minutes walking-distance away?

FUCK YOU! you wake me up because you weren't smart enough to figure out that lemon sugar cookies may require some sort of grating device for the rind? that if you're making a bunch of different kinds of cookies, you may require cookie cooling racks? that if you're making Rolo cookies, you may need the fucking Rolos?

merry fucking christmas. what the fuck. in any event, i just phoned my dad's house and no one's home. hopefully, he'll be out all day. that will teach her to read just what she needs for ingredients and not what she needs for hardware.

fuck, fuck, fuck.