Kill me, or her.

My mother is freakin' annoying me.

Moan #1:
I ask her where the Birthday paper is, and the gets it. She doesn't pass it to me, no. She THROWS it at me. Then moans how I aren't grateful that she's brought the present and card. What more can I do? Make you dinner with gold plates, bowls, cutlery? Diamonds and crystals on the napkins? Thrones as seats? God.

Moan #2:
I don't do anything, I don't say anything. I was reasonably 'happy'. Then she goes "Stop with that attitude or you're getting the bus home". Fine by me, at least I don't have to sit with you.

I will edit and add more, but she's questioning me about what I'm typing.