I’m bored. I should go home.
Brother2 invited me over for pizza and the superbowl. Free meal? Hell yeah! American football? 🤮 And the whole family is here: mom, Brother1 & wife. Naturally, mom interrupts every commercial with “What’s this about,” when it just started or “Those shoes aren’t good for you,” in reference to the Skecher commercial.”
It’s sad the things I’m doing now for a free meal.
My annoyance is aimed at how she has to criticize every…damn…thing. Like, “Can’t I just sit here and enjoy Mr. T promoting Skechers?”