Theres always next year..

So this week was Mothers Day, the one day of the year that I have to be 'nice' to my Mum, the one day of the year I have to be all soppy and call her Mummy a couple of times. This all sounds pretty straightforward I suppose, but combined with the sibling competition every year that occurs in my family, I'm sad to say that I think I lost yet AGAIN! I bought my Mum, the new R.E.M album, rubbish band, why some people think they can continue making music after being around for so long and still expect it to be 'cool' is just wrong in my opinion. I also stretched my culinary skills to the maximum when I made scrambled eggs. I must admit that it took the shine off it a bit when I had to use a knife to scrape it out of the pan and onto my Mums cold toast after the whole kerfuffle. We turn up a few hours later to my sisters house who has made a banquet. Miles of cakes, tea, sandwiches, and nibbles. I saw the look on my Mums face, I saw that she has chosen who would get the majority of the will, shame that, I need a new Ipod! As I sat opposite my sister, she smugly showed 1-0 with her hands, I could have quite easily thrown my 'queen of puddings' cake at her, followed by her pretentious 'cheese twists with a herb coating', makes me sick. As much as she continued to say that she loves afternoon tea, personally I think that nothing beats breakfast.
Dont laugh, this is my life...