i'm dumb... because when i don't know quite what to do... i don't do anything. like when i hear a dog barking ferociously and i don't know where it's coming from...my crippling phobia of canines causes me to freeze. as if the dogs vision is only triggered by motion, and my standing perfectly still is the only thing that will keep me safe.
well in this case, i didn't know how to deal with my mother's day faux pas, so i did nothing. i guess i just felt that if i sent a late card, she would've thrown it in my face because it was late.
if i sent an extravagant bouquet, she would've thrown it in my face that i needed to send an extravagant bouquet since i didn't do jack for mother's day. and she was so short with me on the actual day when i tried to talk to her, that i assumed she wasn't really trying to hear my voice this week. or if she was, she was really only just waiting for the opportunity to tell me what a screw up i am. i know i'm a damn screw up! i don't need the confirmation...
so now it's officially too late because she sent me an email expressing her disappointment. oh well... i'll just roll with how we do... move on like it didn't happen, and deal with the surreptitious remarks about my character or lack thereof. whatever. i'm still her favorite.
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