Mother

So when I was putting my laundry in the utility room this morning I heard my mom coming down the stairs and fussing about the garage and its "clutter" to my dad. I ran out of the utility room and hid underneath the counter in the kitchen. She walked in, and walked over to the counter and saw me crouched down underneath the stools. All I could muster was "Oh. Hi mom," to which she responded (in typical mother fashion), "You're a jerk. A 22 year old jerk." Doesn't she know that I'll be choosing her nursing home when she gets elderly?