On Saturday evening I was sitting with a girlfriend of mine in a hotel watching The Hangover.  I sent a text to J saying that I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe.  Only, instead of texting my husband, I accidentally sent that text to my (horror) mom.  If you aren't caught up on my relationship with my mother, read about it here, here or here.

There will be no need to look up the definition of passive aggressive today people, because I am about to give you a perfect example.  Below is the response I received from Mrs. No Wire Hangers herself.

Good for you.  I’m glad your enjoying yourself.  Last night I told this man he smelled good.  I leaned in and smelled him and he called in today and said me leaning in was an invasion of his privacy and he wanted me fired.  I had to beg for my job and then tonight I went to White Castle and hit a pole and ripped my mirror off.  I’m glad your enjoying yourself.  xxxoo.

I would like to dedicate today’s post to this very large country that allows me to live thousands of miles away from crazyville. Oh SNAP.  I just figured out what I am thankful for this year.  Look at me getting all holiday festive and shit.