Side note: Killing Wal-mart workers for sales on cheap merchandise is no way to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is a disgusting infuriating mess.
Side side note: I got my clothes back!!! It only took 30+ days and formal complaints to the Better Business Bureau, the East Lakeview Chamber of Commerce and Chicago's Tribune's What's Your Problem column. Minor details so long as I got my jeans back. I am so happy. I missed my clothes!!!
On to the topic at hand.
So you all know how I [generally] say what I feel without regard for people's feelings?
And you know how unless it's my intention, I USUALLY I don't even know I've hurt someone's feelings until someone points it out to me.
This little conversation will explain where I got that from:
Mom: My girlfriend is old school. Her son came home from college and she's talking about he should spend ALL his time with her. That's crazy.
Me: My friends parents are like that. It's hard to get together with people from out of town 'cause their parents won't let them out when they come home.
Mom: Y'all are grown. Go where you want to go, I don't care.
Me: It's not about being grown. Their parents feel like they owe the time to them. You never demanded our time like that, you were always the cool mom on the block.
Mom: *stops to think for a second* Nah, I don't think that's it. The difference is your friends parents probably miss them.
Me: Ma? You don't miss me?
Mom: I mean, I love you.