This one needs to be subtitled,
I'm 18 in case you didn't notice. . . .
I have it all under control, Mom!
Last Thursday evening. . . .
Me: How was your appointment?
Her: Good.
Me: Did you make a follow-up?
Her: Yeah, next Thursday.
Me: What time?
Her: I don't know, I've got it written down.
Sunday afternoon. . .
Me: What time is that appointment on Thursday?
Her: I don't know Mom! I have it written down on the card and it's in my room.
Me: Why don't you go get it now and we'll put it on the refrigerator?
Her: Not now, Mom!
Monday evening. . .
Me: How about that appointment card???
Her: Mom!
Wednesday afternoon. . . .
Me: Did I hear you say you're babysitting tomorrow?
Her: Yeah.
Me: What time?
Her: Six 0'Clock.
Me: What time is that appointment?
Her: Stop asking me, Mom! It's like at 5:00 or 5:15. I'm 18, you know. I have it all under control!
Thursday afternoon. . . (from my sick bed, mind you. . . )
Me: Where are you going?
Her: Out with Kimmie. Mrs. M. cancelled the babysitting thing.
Me: What about that appointment? Where's the card?
Her: Would you stop asking me? I know where it is! It's right in my wallet in my room.
Thursday evening. . . (5:02 p.m. to be exact. . . . )
Me: What are you doing in your sister's room?
Her Sister: She texted me and wants me to find out what time her appointment is.
Me: So what time is the appointment?
Her Sister: Now.
Me: (well the things I said don't really qualify as "conversation" for they were all one-sided expletives ##*X!!#!%**!!##*!)
Me: (well the things I said don't really qualify as "conversation" for they were all one-sided expletives ##*X!!#!%**!!##*!)
Thursday evening. . . (5:14 to be exact. . . )
Her: Mom! Do you think I have time to still go?
Me: I doubt it, but you can call and find out.
Her: Call?
I can't call! I don't know how to call!!!!
You have to call for me!
Are you saying you won't help me?
Your own daughter????
Me: (You can just repeat the expletives above. . . )
