Me: "Did you get the number for the hotel booking??" Mum: "No" Me: "Why not??" Mum: "It's still cancelled" Me: "How did you know, did you check the website with the booking number??" Mum: "No, the email didn't change" Me: "The email you got a few days ago??" Mum: "Yes" Me: "Emails don't CHANGE, they're like LETTERS, they're not INTERACTIVE!! " Mum: *blank look* "Interactive??" Me: *sigh*
Dude I just packed for like a teeny amount of time and I'm done, what have you been doing all week while I've been in HOSPITAL?? Packing isn't rocket science.
Dude I just packed for like a teeny amount of time and I'm done, what have you been doing all week while I've been in HOSPITAL?? Packing isn't rocket science.
All week I was aimlessly putting stuff in boxes, today I've been *packing*.
Which is more difficult when you don't have stuff to pack. So I had to go shopping as well. Stuff like coffee, sugar, salt, pepper, pasta, rice, noodles... Because my mum obviously wants me to cook for her when we get there. Oh then there's the washing stuff, another chopping board [I mean, seriously!], tin opener, toothpaste, my own shampoo and shower gel and stuff.
It's annoying to think you're all done then have your mum tell you you need *more* stuff. I'll manage! Gah!
P.S. And I've got far more clothes than you, quite easily