Gonna be a great fucking day it seems.
Zen mode activated.
Water off a ducks back.
She came out to let the pups out, I let her know she had a pie done ready for her to start in on. happy, happy, joy, joy.
Comes back out to inform me there's no cool whip....all I say is sorry....but my thoughts, ooo my thoughts.
1 she got today's fixins when her daughter took her to the store, not me because she knew I'd put restrictions on it, like a 5/6/7 pond turkey breast instead of a whole bird cause it's less work on me and just the two of us.
2 she bought the pies, within 5 feet of those pies in the same cooler case is.......cool whip.
3 I don't like pumpkin pie at all, I also don't like cool whip, at all.
4 Of what use is it roll your fat ass out here to inform me there's no cool whip when I had nothing to do with the process at all wouldn't benefit from it if there was cool whip, and most importantly have a full supply of I DON'T GIVE A FUCKS AT THE READY. Then slamming the door when all I have to offer is sorry.