Happy Mother's Day

I don't have the best relationship with my mother. She's not evil or anything, she's just not a very supportive or sympathetic person. Our contact is limited to once a week phone calls where she harps on my single status, weight, and job while also telling me what my brother the soon-to-be lawyer is up to. Since I dislike being treated like a twelve year-old, talking to her is my least favorite activity of the week. So I didn't call her last week...or the week before.

Of course I called her this morning (I'm not completely heartless), but no one was at home. I called again this evening as was informed by my mother:

1. The flowers I sent her were dead and I shouldn't have even bothered (never mind that my account was unknowingly overdrawn when I made that $50 purchase).
2. If I actually called them then I would know that they were out of town.
3. Since my last rent check to them was one day overdue, I owe them $25.

That was it. My dad gamely tried to engage me in conversation. According to my cell phone, the call lasted 8:13. The last mother's day I ruined for her, I was 17. So I should be good for another 10 years.