random shit and thoughts

Cook

Here's some more mom rants bc thats all what I have to post :P

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"Can I have - out of our snack cabinet?" 

I ask, walking into the room.

"Please tell me you ate." My mom answers.

"Yeah, dad made us hot dogs and homemade fries."

"I'd kill for you guys to eat my hot dogs and fries."

"I like your food?"

"Yet you never eat it?."

I leaned against the sink,

"Some people make food differently I guess."

"You callin me a bad cook?"

"Of course not, your a great cook!"

"No no, it's fine. I understand sky, just get out of my room."

She said, shaking her head.

"I'm not lying mom, your cooking is amazing,"

She turned around,

"A. Get out of my room. B, no you may not eat from the snack cabinet, and C i couldn't care less of how you think of my food. Go do your homework."

"But I finished my homework."

"Study."

"I did study."

"Study more, If you did your grades would show it."

I fell silent.

"Goodnight."

She replied,

putting her retainer in her mouth.