It's all crap

We met at Kaiser for allergy shots like every Tuesday. We were in a quandary about where to eat. Here's how it went down:

Me: Where are we going to eat?
Mom: Carrows.
Me: I am not really tasting that or anything.
Mom: TGI Fridays.
Sis: No, we had that last week, that's nasty. (and this is one of her favorite restaurants)
Me: Jack in the Box because you get 2 free tacos with every order.
Sis: We don't want stinky tacos. I don't eat tacos, idiot.
Me: Olive Garden.
Sis: That's groadie. It is so disgusting. (This coming from the girl that loves Italian food)
Me: IHOP.
Mom: I wasn't impressed the last time I went there since the food came to the table cold.
Sis: Panera
Mom: I want hot food, not a sandwich.
Sis: Sandwiches are healthy and I eat sandwiches everyday. I'm healthy. (After teaching my 9th graders about fallacies today all I could think about is what a fallacy that is. All of my 9th graders would be more than willing to show her up on that one. They did such a great job today.)
Mom: The steakhouse over by Best Buy.
Sis: That made me crap the last time we went there. It's crap. The food was rancid. They can't make chicken. It was rancid. It had pepper on it. It had spicy on it.
Me: I think it sounds good.
Mom: Arbys, Wendys, McDonalds, Wienerschnitzel, you're running out of options.
Sis: Arbys has crappy chicken. Wendy's has fingers in food and skunky chicken nuggets, you know I don't like hot dogs, and you know fast food isn't healthy.
Mom: Cocos, although I prefer Carrows.
Sis: I want a sandwich from there.
Mom: Cocos it is.

So that was part 1 of my evening with my craptacular sister.

Then dinner was all about my sister, how she works so much harder than everyone else, and how her life is so much harder since she thinks she is all that. She is editing some sports website, or something like that. Basically she put down my mom, dad, and I for teaching stupid little kids. She's going to teach college kids and she knows all that. She knows how to hold a discussion with kids, and I don't she decided at dinner as we were sharing stories about our day. I was observed today and I knew what my advisor was going to have an issue with. One was how I grouped my students to work. I did it in a very logical way and it worked for the purpose of the activity, but I knew he would provide suggestions/scold me for not doing it another way. It was no big deal. My teacher was aware of this ahead of time. Anyways, sister said that in college you don't have to do that, and only stupid little high schoolers and high school teachers have to do that. In college you just blurt out your answer. You don't do group work. UGH. Fuck her.

Oh, and then I come home to this crock shit of a message that she left on my bed. I have no clue who the fuck Trener is and what Crustidy is either. I almost think this was the important phone call I was expecting from school. And why the fuck would she leave me a message that Trener says I called? That's pointless. I've never heard anyone with that name. I've never heard of a place called Crustidy either. Does she read what she wrote? Is she dyslexic or something and transposes words/letters? Does this even make sense? She's fails basic secretarial and phone skills. Oh, and then Dumb Fuck doesn't remember who it was that called, only that she took a message and put it on my bed. Thanks.

You could have spared me. I would have been much better off not knowing Trener called. Although I'd probably be mad you didn't tell me someone called for me.