Or Smarties, if you're American. You know the pastel candy that comes in cellophane tubes, mostly at Halloween. I guess I should say Smarties anyway, since this IS American Bacardo O. Ours are made with rum in Canada. All our coolers are made with hard liquor as opposed to the damn yankees and their “premium malt beverages.”
Anyway, all that to say that my number one parent pet peeve at the moment is: “What's wrong?” Doesn't matter what's happening, whenever my mom comes home, it's a given that she'll ask me what's wrong. Twice is even worse. She'll come home and find me recumbent on the couch. “What's wrong?” Nothing, I'm taking a nap. “How was your day?” Tired… I'm taking a nap (hint hint). “What's the matter?”
ARGH!
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