Lunchtime wouldn’t be complete without a sandwich, a drink and a good old fashioned rage call from my mother. Let me explain:
Remember how I skipped improv on Friday night to go to the ROM and then for drinks and dancing with Danny? Yeah, well apparently Mother does too. The point here is that while I liked it, she did not.
She’s basically guilting me into feeling bad that I “ditched” improv with her to spend time with a boy (even if he is a wonderful boy).
The worst part is, it’s working…I should’ve let her know.