My mother is FINALLY going back home tomorrow. The past week and a half have reminded me exactly why I don't want children, the stupid questions. I want to know who it was that said, "There is no such thing as a stupid question." I would submit to them my mother. "Does Burger King have burgers here?" This was the best one. I guess the thing that pisses me off the most is when she asks a question with an answer she could figure out herself if she would just fucking think before she speaks. I think she just likes to talk. I have no clue but I am filled with utter disbelief that one person could pretend to be so fucking stupid, or at least I certainly hope she is pretending. Then there is the "child speak" as I call it. I don't know if she thinks she is being cute but you know when children can't pronounce their r's when they are first learning to speak? Well she talks like this on purpose sometimes and I want to scream at her every. single. time. I think my husband and I need a vacation from this vacation.
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