hot crossed buns

brrnnggg brrrnnngg (that's my phone ringing)

"anne": "re? hi re. what do you know about dinner rolls?"

me: "plenty. what's the issue?"

"anne": "my cat knocked them down and tore a hole in the bag while i was in the bathroom and when i told my mom about it she said it was way to early to buy dinner rolls. which made me feel anxious and when i told tuberculosis (the boyfriend hereafter referred to as tb) he texted me and agreed with her and now i'm all freaked out because the one time in my life i tried to do something early instead of at the last minute and i get criticized for it."

me: "they're wrong. relax, they are brown and serve so if you froze them right after you bought them they will be fine to thaw and cook next wednesday. why is he agreeing with your mother anyways? that's never the right answer, you should make sure he knows that."

"anne": "i know, and when my mom is mean to me i punish myself. so, i slept on the couch last night. no retainer. now i'm all out of alignment and shit. how are you?"

me: (laughing openly at that last statement) "i'm fine"

"anne": "buh-bye."

me: "bye."