I didn't title the post starting with the word 'I' this time! No, instead that sentence has been Yoda-fied. Every time my mother dearest makes chili, it always comes as a surprise to her that I don't like it. Now, mind you, this happens every time.
Mum: I made dinner, come eat!
Shelly: I I'm not really hungry, thanks though.
Mum: I don't care, come eat.
Shelly: Mum, I don't like chili, you know that.
Mum: What?! You are way too picky.
I am a vegetarian and now have a much better excuse for things like this. There is always meat in the chili that she makes so I don't ever have to figure some way out of it.
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