But little shit irritates the hell out of me. My fucking cousin is so dense. She KNOWS Friday is the day me and my mother go get our groceries for the week. and yet she still calls to say shes coming over... It's not like we see them once a year or every six months... she lives 30 minutes away and stops by every to every other week and she just was here with the kids on Halloween. My mother caters to fam and bitches at the same time. I guess I should be thankful my mother called me for me about it...