i'm in a really bad mood.
my mom asked me what i wanted for tea. i said "tomato soup and bread please" she then asked my brother what he wanted for tea. he was like "i don't mind". she made him a bacon baguette. half an hour later, mom told me she was off to nottingham. i said "i thought you were making soup?" and she said "you didn't seem fussed about it" so i said "but i said that soup and bread would be fine. james was the one who wasn't fussed about eating but you made him something that takes longer to cook" and she had a go at me. and then my dad had a go at me.
i don't get it. >.>