It's probably not a secret

that DOS and I don't really get along.

Last night, I was sitting in my room at around 10:30. I get an unexpected phone call from her. This is how it went down:

Me: Hello?
DOS: I'm 20 minutes away from you. I have some stuff that mom wanted me to bring you, because you forgot it when you left last weekend.*
Me: Okay.
DOS: But I'm not going to bring it to you. I'll just bring it to grandma's tomorrow, after I work and whenever you get down there.
Me: Alright.

Does anyone blame me for not getting along with her? "Oh, I'm 20 minutes away and could meet you at Wendy's to give you your debit card and digital camera. I think I'll make you drive 45 minutes tomorrow to pick it up, and make you take grandma on her errands, even though I'll be there." Bahh.




*Note the barf color.