And my mother showed up just to piss me off. Then wondered why I didn't want to eat with the rest of the family. (No, we don't get along, for those of you just tuning in at home. It's a long, horrible, sordid story.)
Aside from the fact that she got on my case about not eating meat (although it's more or less for the same reason she eats very little) this happened:
Me, Earlier in the Day: I haven't seen Dad in about a month and a half. I hope he comes to dinner.
Mom, Later: Oh, by the way, your Dad offered to leave his dinner early and come here to see you since it's been a while, but he's annoying me lately so I told him not to bother.
That's when I was like "well, good bye. See you when I see you." And left to return a movie.
And my brother decided to go to a reptile convetion instead of having dinner with us. He came home early, called my mother, and begged her to let him in because he doesn't have a key to the new apartment yet. Mom was like "can't you wait half an hour?" and my brother insisted he couldn't. I asked Mom if he was whining and scratching at the door.
Speaking of which, my brother and I are sort of at war right now. He's very hard of hearing and needs hearing aids, but he won't get them. As a result, he's nearly gotten me killed when he gives me a ride anywhere. Last time, I told him to drive to the end of the street and hang a right. That's it. He somehow ended in the next town over and drove over an embankment (he got out). When I asked him what the hell he was doing he said "you said go to Brewer!", then tried to say I didn't say anything to him at all. Keep in mind he can't hear and his music was cranked up. He's nearly gotten us hit numerous times because he neither looks in all directions or can hear cars coming. I told him a truck almost sideswiped us. He said he didn't see it. I told him the horn was blaring, and he said he couldn't hear it. Then he said "it was on your side, anyway, so I didn't have to worry."
And people wonder why I want to move...