My mom is a bit of a hoarder. She definitely gets it from her father. He kept everything because it might be useful (and he often did use them). She keeps everything for the same reason, but she NEVER actually uses anything. After my dad passed, their bedroom became the "put it in there, I'll sort it later" land where everything disappeared to. Today she finally let me help her start clearing it out. It's been a year and some months. So much left to do too.
Jesus Christ. Crying on my birthday because my mom just snapped at me for eating a late lunch because she was going to ask me to put dinner in the oven while she had to run out.. then come to find out I would be cooking my own birthday dinner that she didn't even ask me if I wanted. And now she's mad at ME. What the actual fuck is happening??
Tomorrow is my birthday and my boyfriend brought my gifts over today. Nimoy supervised all the festivities and now he's pooped.
My boss and one of our techs had to go on a housecall this afternoon for a client and they come back like "you're never going to believe what she collects!" I really need to ask what the appeal of collecting a bunch of really big dolls is. I know everyone has their thing, but dolls can be creepy. Those eyes following you everywhere. Yikes.
Product of '82. Mentally exhausted. Books are love. Obsessed with my dog. I like dinosaurs. I also have a potty mouth. Darmok & Jalad at Tanagra.