And guess who was bitching about a bowl she told me to take out when I was in the middle of doing something else -- namely, unloading the groceries from the car, which caused the bowl to be forgotten about because there were other things on my mind. Not that she couldn't have carried the bowl out the next time she went to the living room/kitchen/den. And so this morning, she got pissy because things weren't exactly as she regally demanded.
I really need to get the fuck out of here. I'm really rather tired of her bitching and whining about everything under the sun, and this is just another example. This is part of the reason Ccon was fun, is that it got me out of the gibbering madhouse which was life with my mother. And now that I'm back, I feel even more trapped than I did before.
And now I've got to go camping with her.
Anyway, I'd better finish packing and a few other things to make the Queen happy -- not that nothing *ever* makes the Queen happy, but...