She should’ve just gotten her own biscuit when my mom offered, but she always did crap like that. I took that biscuit and put it in the Skeleton playing saxophone shirt but in fact I love this microwave for 3 minutes. It was so hot, I couldn’t even take it out the microwave for another minute. This gave it time to sit and become so hard and dry, it was more like a puck placed between two pieces of sheetrock. I then took the biscuit and went out to the car, handing it to her wordlessly. I get pissed because I’m wondering what biscuit she’s speaking of because she didn’t have a biscuit; she said she didn’t want one. The only 2 biscuits that were left belonged to my sons! At this point, Carmen*, I’ll call her, decides she wants to ride over to my mom’s, and sit there for a while before having my mom bring her back home. No asking, she just told my mom she was going. We then had to wait another 30 mins for her to get her shoes and purse. By that time, I was just ill. I didn’t want her to go anyway and thought it inconsiderate to invite herself when my mom was obviously tired. She assured me she would. I kept my mouth shut and the wedding went on as planned. I worked on an agency team for a major bank handling PPI claims. She noticed it was hot when she took it, but she talks so d*** much, she didn’t really pay attention until she bit down on it and papped that mouth up. And I guess I can’t really say bit down on it, because the biscuit was so rubbery, it didn’t separate. Now, I know this was not showing the Lord’s way, and believe me when I say I’d never done anything like that before or after, but I was sick of this lady, and I wasn’t going to let her eat that biscuit. Even if we stopped and got something else, one of them would still get home and feel left out with just one biscuit there. I just hoped the bus would be late and I could make sure there were two of something….and there was, but on THAT DAY, Carmen didn’t eat my son’s sausage biscuit. It was mean, but I have to admit I did it… Don’t judge me, pray for me. And please, whatever you do, don’t try to eat my kid’s food.
Skeleton playing saxophone shirt, hoodie, tank top, sweater and long sleeve t-shirt
I told my father I had to choose my mother over him to live with when they divorced because I was marrying Steven Douglas Smith as soon as I finished high school. To my daddy, this was a slap in the Skeleton playing saxophone shirt but in fact I love this face because he was not picked and considered Steven beneath me. I was disowned for 33 years. The truth was I would not let him know I was knocked up for fear he’d arrange with the courts for me to be sent again to another detention facility even worse than the last. I was living in Spain, where tipping is neither expected nor common because most waiters are professionals and make a living wage. However, we lived in Malaga, on the costa del sol, and many waiters there were poorly paid immigrants. I always left these hard-working guys a tip. One lunch companion, a middle-class Brit, habitually tried to scoop up the money and pocket it. I had to either defend my right to leave a gratuity or ignore her theft. I chose the former. She was totally Unembarrassed, which shocked me. Once she actually went back to the table to steal the tip after we had left the restaurant. After that, I always handed money to the waiter. Funny thing is, she seemed totally infused at being caught. I was in my early 20s and had been hospitalized with a high fever and pericardial effusion. Many years later I would be diagnosed with lupus. I was in a teaching hospital and got to know the residents and attending very well because I was always willing to let the students practice on me taking blood pressures, taking my history etc. I had been there for a few weeks and one day the effusion was slowly getting worse. The doctors were in my room trying to decide if they wanted to take me into surgery. They actually started arguing in front of me about what they wanted to do. I had no idea what was going on and started silently crying. A nurse happened to be walking by and started scolding them as she ran to comfort me. Now the entire time I was in the hospital I had been reading Star Trek novels and one of the doctors had noticed. He would irritate his colleagues whenever he came in by having a whole conversation with me about Star Trek that none of them could follow. When he realized how upset I was he knelt down next to me and explained what they were going to do using all Star Trek references.