How Bizarre

Yesterday I called my parent's house to ask my father how a job interview had gone. My mother answered the phone.

She sounded happy to hear from me. I was so confused. We chatted for a few minutes. It took all my self-control to not ask "What happened to hating me?" I couldn't ask, because she couldn't know I saw the e-mail she sent my brother, but I wonder if it has anything to do with her back-ordered Mother's Day present from Macy's arriving.

She's just so. fucking. weird. It makes me just want even less to do with her.