Oh that is so wrong.

My moms birthday is this weekend. I'm working on her birthday so I'm going to go to B'ham tonight, spend the night -- take her to dinner tomorrow and then head back here. I'm going to be there for all of 24 hours, right? Guess what, since I'm going to be home for all of one night -- let's paint mom's kitchen! COME ON. Like I want to paint moms kitchen on my day off. I fucking hate painting.

Now, about 2 days ago I said no to something I really wanted to do... and I've regretted it ever since. Why, oh why didn't I just get in the car and go?