Well, my grandma and I got into another big blow out (Liz has actually heard one of them before!). It's another silly one I guess. You see, I wanted a spoonful of whipped cream from the kitchen-it's my new snack. LOL. Anyway, as I opened the fridge, the pickle jar slid out and broke on the floor. I called my grandma over to come and clean it up. So, I helped her by handing her paper towels and such. Well, she wanted two, and I gave her four by accident. And so, she got extremely pissed.
So, here's how the rest of it went:
"I'm sorry, I was confused..." (me)
*silence*
"Give me two more." (Grandma)
*I do so. She continues to clean.*
"You know, whenever you have something like this, never-"
"I know, I know..."
"Yeah, you know. But you never listen to anything I say!"
*I get extremely pissed...in my mind*
"Bring me two more."
*I do so, sort of ripping off the towels in a rage*
"You know, you have the worst attitude out of every person I've been involved with. And I don't like it."
"Well, sometimes, I don't like your attitude, either."
"I'm the one cleaning this up! Go. I don't want to see you. Just go."
*I leave*
I feel like kicking a wall down, I swear.
Oh, fun fact for Greg...my principal is a proud supporter of Michigan State football! He wore a tie with the little logo at the bottom. I asked him if he likes Michigan State, and he said, "Yeah!"
Anyway...I need a hug. Or just a attitude adjustment, so I'm told.
What the puck?!