oh, please -.-

So, Mother comes home and cooks dinner. I am in the house, say hello and help her unpack the shoppping bags, then go to my room.
After 20minutes I smell something nice and come into the kitchen. Dinner is eaten and the dishes are in the dish-washer. I ask why nobody told me there was dinner on the table.
The answer, Ladies and Gentlemen: I didn't know you were home.
Really? I mean, really?

Then I see that there was chicken for dinner and ask who ate the chicken I bought this afternoon to make tomorrow for our guests.
The answer, Ladies and Gentlemen: I made it for dinner.
Okay.

Then I ask why she ate it without calling me. Note that I'm the only meateater in the house.
The answer, Ladies and Gentlemen: I thought you didn't like meat.
Oh, come on. Use some other excuse, will you? You've known me for all my life and you're trying to tell me you don't know that I like meat? Please.

People, before you make excuses, think twice who you're talking to and try to keep at least a moderate level of intelligence. Thank you.

/P.