Apparently, I'm fat and stupid

I know that my mother can access this blog through Ravelry, and quite frankly, I don't give a rat's ass.

She thinks that the librarian not checking in season one of Heroes is my fault, because Dad dealt with it instead of me, and that I'm an adult and must deal with these things, even if Dad offers to. WTF?!

All I can say is !@#$ her.

I am thoroughly depressed.

The 'fat' part is because she says I'm getting a muffin top, and that I watch too much TV, and that because of my TV watching I'm going to get heart disease. Apparently, she doesn't notice the time I spend in my room, listening to the radio and/or reading/knitting.'

!@#$ HER.

Hmm. Ten minutes until In Treatment comes on. I think I'll grab a book, too.

Aspirin ROCKS!

I've discovered that aspirin seems to work better for my arm pain that Robaxacet. Huh. My arm is doing great now, and I might be able to start knitting again pretty soon.

So Mom and I had a... well, not exactly a fight, but a... disagreement? She wants me to either wear a dress to Katie's university graduation or to dinner afterwards, even though the only dresses I own aren't comfortable to sit in a car in for an hour and forty-five minutes. So unless my mom's willing to buy me a cotton summery dress, I'm either wearing jeans and a nice top, or a skirt and a nice top, or a pair of my button-tab shorts (with the cuffs rolled down) and a nice top. Either way, I'm not wearing a dress.

I'm almost done reading Full Moon O Sagashite #1 :)