My mum called me long distance to talk. Fair enough. Only the majority of the conversation was stuff that wasn’t new. She told me something she wanted me to do. Ok. She told me again. In detail. And again. And a few times in detail again during the course of our conversation. She made me write it all down. Then I handed the phone to dad. When he was done, he gave it the phone to me so she could tell me in detail what she wanted me to again.

I hate it when people repeat stuff to me over and over again. I heard the first time. And the second.

I bitched about it to my dad. And then just now, he repeated stupid things to me again. I have no patience to hear boring as stuff several times.