Well last night my mom had a nervous breakdown. I came home after volleyball and went sit down with my mom and ma-sue, who were having a glass of wine and talking, at the table to eat supper. There was her notebook beside me with the shopping list for our trip and a blue pen. In the middle of eating i had this random compulsion to draw a tree. We were all talking and i was just sketching this tree in the margain when my mom saw and totally Freaked. She started screaming and hit my hand away from the paper saying "AHHHH I CAN'T BELIEVE YOUR DRAWING ON MY SHOPPING LIST!! AHHHH NOW I HAVE TO WRITE THE WHOLE THING ALL OVER AGAIN!!! I GET SO DISTRACTED!! WHY MUST YOU DRAW ON EVERYTHING!! I TOLD YOU NOT TO DRAW ON THIS!!! YOU DREW ON TEH LAST SHOPPING LIST I HAD AND I FORGOT TO BUY HALF OF MY GROCERIES!!!! AAARRAAHHH I CANT BELIEVE YOU DREW ON MY LIST! BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH" (that about sums up of what she said on her 5 minute rant. and like i would have remembered she told me not to draw on it. she made that list a month ago. ) Well as she was screaming at me and having a nervous breakdown i was just sitting there like wtf and laughing at how balistic my mom was going bc i drew a tree on her paper. she wouldnt even let me finish my tree so its just the trunk right now. and on the other side of the table my ma-sue was going hysterical as well. Througout the next 30 minutes i counted how many times she said "I CANT BELIEVE YOU DREW ON MY LIST" and came out to 17. I even said "mom, why are you having a nervous breakdown?" and she laughs then goes off again. my ma-sue laughed at that as well

i think she over-reacted just a tad..idk it was very entertaining to watch. i think i might go finish that tree and see what she says when she gets home :} hehehehe
dont worry me and my mom have a good relationship, she wont beat me.....i think... lmao
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My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies,
Fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die,
I can fly, my friends
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~*"March of the dogs to the beat of disillusion"*~
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If God invented marathons to keep people from doing anything more stupid, the triathlon must have taken Him completely by surprise.
i like your art
Much loved
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in storms of fabled foreign tongues.
Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs.
Northern downpour sends its love.
your horses are beautiful
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