Que the Mad Hatter.

So I've got this hunking piece of amber hanging from my neck and a ton of it bedazzling my digits and for some silly and fickle reason, I feel like I'm more in love.

How's that for female idiocy?

We celebrated my birthday at Andrew's parent's house on Wednesday.
There was some dirty bird, money to be given, cards passed out entitled "Grog's Latest Fling," a really awful sweater from Northern Reflections that I can't return 'cause I lost the receipt and of course, the pounds of amber that are currently adorning my over-tired body.

It was super.

When Andrew passed me the silver bag my body started to shake.
There have been times where I've been expecting him to do something romantic and he's failed miserably. I was finally growing accustomed to frying pans and tires and then he presented me with the epitome of romance. It was trickery I tell you. Complete trickery.

On Thursday I made my way to the Niagara Region to see my Mom and Stinky.

We went to IKEA and Dianne bought me $100.00 worth of door handles for my kitchen cabinets. Totally stoked on those. I also bought some curtains for the bedroom and a fixture for my awesomely new lamp that is all bubbly and red. Totally stoked on the red bubbly lamp. Chelsea bought a pillow for her meditation (freak) and my mom was just happy to be with us so everyone was in good spirits.

Until the ride home.

I've been trying to get my hair done for weeks now. I haven't had time, haven't had the money and the one time where I finally do, it overlaps my mother's dinner plans by an hour.

She fucking lost it.

"Mom, I can cancel my hair appointment if you want."
"It doesn't matter."
"Well apparently it does matter mom."
"No, it doesn't matter."
"Is it really that much of a problem to move dinner back an hour?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Mom, we're trying to remedy the problem. WHY ARE YOU BEING SO FUCKING DIFFICULT.?"

Silence.

Upon arriving home the war raged on:

"Mom, I will cancel my hair appointment."
"Y'know Anna I'm really sick of getting pushed aside so that everyone else can have their way."
"Mom. I. Will. Cancel. The. Appointment."
"No Anna, I don't want you to cancel the appointment."
"Is it really that bad to push dinner back an hour?"
"I wanted it to be special. It's not going to work out now."
"Oh. I didn't know that there was some big to do going on. If you tell me the gravity of the situation, maybe we can work out something that would fit both of our schedules?"
"No Anna, I can't serve dinner at seven. The other two girls can't eat that late."
"Why not?"
"Because they can't Anna."
"They're twenty-something-year-olds Mom. They can make themselves a snack."
"No Anna, that's not how it works."
"Well, wht the fuck mom?"

Stinky eventually stomped through the conversation with a very heroic:

"It's your daughter's BIRTHDAY mom, let her do whatever the fuck she wants. It's not like you have plans or something."

"Well, actually I do have plans. I guess I'll just have to cancel them."
"Wait. You have plans to go out with your friends after dinner and you're yelling at me for not making time for you? Are you fucking serious?"

More Silence.

The problem was remedied when James came over. I have no idea how.

We went to East Side Marios for their mediocre food and bad Bailey's Coffee. It was alright. We rented some movies and during the last one he tried to hold my hand and all those feelings I thought I had for James were completely non-existent.

I really didn't want him to touch my hand.

The insanity of birthdays.