mom and i are in the middle of a dispute. she says she is getting ready to quit and i told her she can't quit because i'm just going to fire her ass. my stance is if you can't cook something that is palatable, how do you expect me to eat it? and she is all like- i've cooked for thousands of people and in 12 years had less meals sent back then what you refuse to eat. blah blah blah. i don't care that there are people who would give their right nut for my mom to run a kitchen. i don't care that she's been paid loads of money and gotten less hassle to cook meals in a restaurant. i just want some tasty food in my bowl at meal times. she is not making me tasty food. contract terminated. i have a feeling dad won't back me up though. he seems to enjoy the slop she dishes out day after day.
last thing i remember last night as i drifted off to sleep at 10pm was dad saying- we're getting up early tomorrow, go to sleep already. what? getting up early, why didn't you say so. i was up bright and early at 5.50 this morning. mom was not impressed. dad didn't notice, he kept on snoring until almost 7.
not much to report about my day. mom and dad took me food gathering. i helped dad fill the cart. i got a little bored and started to complain when we were in line waiting to pay the lady. mom took me outside to wait. oh man. on the way home we stopped and picked up something dad needed- worms. gross. mom had to hold them. she was all like- whatever, they're just worms, at least they're not coming out your butt. gross+10
dad is home now from his day at work so we're going to hang out doing guy stuff. i'm sure mom will try to poison me with some of her cooking again shortly.