So, the last two times my mom's BFF Christmas came over, we all sat together and chatted and I bought coffee cake, just like we used to do back when we lived in our apartment.  But apparently Christmas thinks it's manipulative and awful and hates it, so today, when my mother, after shit talking me to Christmas and her back to my mom, asked me to buy them "apple cider donuts" instead, I said "No. Christmas can bring her own sweets if she wants them.  You both have diabetes and I should not be supplying either of you with sweets."  She was very annoyed with me after that.  But fuck if I am going to buy either of those women a damn thing when they trash talk me behind my back, but are super sweet to my face.  

Also, they're both whining how I will never leave them alone again, so that's it.  They can be alone forever.  AND I am taking the kitchen table to work on my Halloween village I am building from scratch and those two bozos can sit outside and Christmas can breathe in my mother's secondhand smoke.  I'll be damned, once again, if I am going to be stuck in my bedroom all day, not allowed to come into the kitchen just so they can be alone.  They can be alone outside.  HA!  That make me feel better about allowing that twit to come into MY house and exclude ME (and my hubby).  They can sit outside and be stupid out there.  I cannot believe my mother, after admitting she knew I was listening to their conversation (which was stupid of me, I know, but in my previous post I explained why, and have before in other posts, and that's stopping) and then shit talked me, made fun of the fact I give them sweet breads, that she'd all cutesy ask me for apple cider donuts for when Christmas comes over tomorrow.  I swear to god, this woman is fucking insane.  

Today I slapped on headphones and cleaned the fuck out of my stove.  Which is a huge thing for me, as I am usually really anxious about being somewhere my mother would run into me and ask me what I am doing then make stupid comments and blah blah blah.  Then I worry the entire time if I am cleaning it right because if I don't, she'll think bad things about how I clean (since she ALWAYS complains when I clean--did I post on here about her stupid comment about me deep cleaning the fridge to an almost new condition? "Who got a hair up their ass to clean the fridge?"  That's it.  Nothing else was said.).  This is partially the reason I can't clean sometimes.  I am too freaking paranoid to.  But this has to STOP and I need to clean because things are dirty and fuck if that crazy bitch comes into the room and sees me.  I have new headphones (I hate them, they hurt my ears) and I will use them and ignore her.  Now, I am hungry and maybe I'll go wish the windows.  

And no, she's not getting a fucking apple cider donut tomorrow.  But maybe I will  😜