First bothersome thing: When reading food blogs do you hate it when the writer uses the word drool? As in we drooled over the kippers? Unless you are an infant, someone with Parkinson’s or are a victim of a stroke or some other malady, you don’t drool on food. If you actually do this in a restaurant, I will feel free to get up from the table and smack you hard in the back of the head. I promise.
Second bothersome thing: Just got off the phone with my mother who asked me about graduation and if they were invited. Big deep breath and then I said she was but not my father. She got very quiet and I repeated for the upteenth time if he feels it’s OK to not talk to me lo’ these last 7 years then he doesn’t get celebration privileges with me anymore. Yes, it bothers me that he’s such an asshole and it makes me sad sometimes but I’m not putting up with it and especially to celebrate something he hasn’t said boo about in the last 3 years.
Yeah, hearing about drool does not make things sound too appetizing.