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I came home from work because I had a headache, can I go back to work because I have a headache?

Unaltered conversation between my mother and I. She is loading the dishwasher....

Her: "Do you have those jars or jugs or whatever you take your drinks in?"
Me: "Cups?"
Her: "yeah, whatever, I didn't know what you call them"

 I have had the SAME cup for two years now, called it a cup for two years. One like the one above, but I have one in pink and one in purple. I take my protein in one and coffee in the other. EVERY day. For two years.

This is the same woman that told me the other day while she was cooking scrambled eggs for everyone else:
"I will let you cook your own egg, I don't know how you like them"

Um, scrambled. In a pan. The way I have eaten them for 40 years. But I understand the confusion.

I think this is her passive aggressive way of driving me insane.


I'm going back to bed.