Me: (expecting some emergency) Hello?
Mom: Hi, so .. I tracked that package ... it says it got delivered at 2 PM, yesterday.
Me: Yeah Ma ... I got the packages. I sent you an email.
Mom: Ok ... go back to sleep.
Me: Ok, bye. (click)
Me: FOCKIN A MOM!
I'm sure she forgot that it's 3 hours later in New York .... BUT I DON'T WANT HER CALLING ME AT 9:30 EITHER!
I almost prefer the fact that my Dad totally ignored me and didn't give me anything. Although I was pretty bummed on Christmas day ... with nothing. So ... I got a tan cashmere sweater and a black marino wool shirt, some good chocolate, some candles, incense I don't like, 2 frying pans (musta forgot she gave me one during Thanksgiving), an ugly ski cap that says "New York" that I'll never wear unless I am freezing to death, an apple and 2 tangerines.
Sometimes she calls me like 5 times a day. What do I do? I love her .... but she's gotta stop calling!