"Petite fils... Qui recitez des rondeaux..."

Okay, so a minute ago I was really annoyed and being bitchy and fussing et all because Da' came in and declared that I must clean the house in anticipation of his relatives coming for dinner (said relatives ignore me completely, annoy me [I also annoy them] when we are forced to come in contact, and generally find ways to make themselves disagreeable [ardent SUV-driving Republicans]) (dinner is going to be the most my-diet-killing thing he could possibly make, and, because the relatives are here, and they won't leave until about ten or eleven, I won't have time to treadmill or probably get online); and I was being sulky and annoying, too, probably, but--

Oh, dear. I've just apologised profusely to the Powers That Be. I thought I'd make it more of an official apology by posting on my LJ about it. ^^;;;

I just found a really old stash of children's books in one of the old cupboards, including 'Wombat Divine' and 'Ferdinand the Bull'. Oh, my God. I am so, so sorry for being a bitch, PTB. I really am.

Now I'm going to go clean the rest of the place muy muy quick so that I can make myself popcorn and read my books. Thank you.

But I'm still sort of annoyed, for another diet-related reason. But I won't bitch about that. I'll just go angst over my popcorn.

"Because I Knew You, I Have Been Changed..."

Great. -_- How to explain to Mum that much as I appreciate the thought, it doesn't help that she's buying me chocolate-mint biscotti and cherry/coconut cookies?

Especially as she's at the moment furious at me for refusing to come with her to the store to buy chocolate?

I don't think I apologised quick enough for those Powers That Are...

EDIT: I should point out that the problem is actually more twisted than I've made it sound: She buys them for me for Wednesday, which is my free night; so technically it should be all right. But I've been trying to tone down my Wednesday nights and make them just like any other day, because I make myself incredibly sick by eating sweet things/more than usual. I'd rather not have to deal with a HUMONGOUS DEELISHIS BISCOTTO FROM HELL. Frankly, I would have no qualms about throwing it out for the chickens, but that's not going to go over to well with her, I expect. And it does smell wonderful. I really don't like having to deal with this.