Easter Plans

My mother threw her annual holiday fit two weeks ago, which more or less goes like, "I'm going to get my own way...OR ELSE." (I get it three times a year, but the worst comes around Christmastime).

Well this year, two weeks ago my mother informed me that she thought we should go to church this easter. I gave her this look that was a combination "Fuck No/You've got to be kidding me," she informed me that my grandmother was singing in the choir and that it was important to her.

Apparently my grandmother has been singing in this damn choir for years. Apparently she sings every christmas and easter. Apparently it's really important to her, and apparently she's hurt that we've never gone.

FUNNY HOW I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT THIS UNTIL TWO FUCKING WEEKS AGO.

So yeah. Now I have to get up early and go fucking sit in church and have my family give me dirty looks while I sit there bored out of my mind and refuse to receive communion and all that bs.

Fuck I hate holidays.