Grandma being a big fat bitch again. Figuratively and literally. Thinking it's dinner at FOUR PM and ruining my plans with my mom AGAIN. I don't want to be at your house in the middle of nowhere, with nothing to do, while your grump-ass husband gets me up at THREE O'CLOCK FOR LUNCH, and YOU sit on your huge ass. You're just mad at my mom because your son doesn't have a partner. Ironic. You're mad when she's f**king him and mad when she isn't. It's been YEARS since the divorce. They are friends, grow the actual f**k up.