Both mom and I crashed really early this evening (like, I was asleep at 8 p.m.) (it's been a long December, okay?) and then woke up at around the same time for a midnight snack and (in my case) internet time.
So, we're planning out the next couple of days, and mom is like, 'and we'll go visit so-and-so, who has the first Hobbit, and I really want to watch the first one, and then go see the second in theaters.'
Now, keep in mind, my desire to watch the Hobbit is like, negative 3,000, but I go: "Because I love you, okay. And I promise to say that I liked it, even if I didn't."
Her: "Are you feeling guilty about something?"
Me: "No, I'm just trying to be less of a pill, I know you really love the Hobbit."
Later, I'm refilling the tea kettle (which she always asks me to do and I never do) and she's says, "do you have a fever?" and feels my forehead (which was, admittedly, a little warm).
So, we're planning out the next couple of days, and mom is like, 'and we'll go visit so-and-so, who has the first Hobbit, and I really want to watch the first one, and then go see the second in theaters.'
Now, keep in mind, my desire to watch the Hobbit is like, negative 3,000, but I go: "Because I love you, okay. And I promise to say that I liked it, even if I didn't."
Her: "Are you feeling guilty about something?"
Me: "No, I'm just trying to be less of a pill, I know you really love the Hobbit."
Later, I'm refilling the tea kettle (which she always asks me to do and I never do) and she's says, "do you have a fever?" and feels my forehead (which was, admittedly, a little warm).