My entire life, okay, MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE, we’ve had 5 kitchen stools for the counter. Exactly 5, no more no less.
That seems simple enough, right?
So a while ago, I mention the fact that there are 5 stools and my Mom says, “No, there are 4 stools.” so naturally I’m like “NO THERE ARE 5, LOOK”
And then we look and there are only 4 fucking stools at the counter.
And my Mom is like “We’ve always only had 4 stools”
What the fuck
I let it go and brushed it off as my brain being a fucking idiot and making up a stool that doesn’t exist.
But then another day, when I was alone there WERE 5 STOOLS JUST LIKE I’VE ALWAYS SAID. I COUNTED THEM LIKE 10 TIMES JUST TO BE SURE.
I HAVE PHOTO FUCKING EVIDENCE.
SEE? 5. F I V E.
So later I bring it up with my sister and I’m like “We have 5 kitchen stools, right?” And my sister is like “no, we only have 4”
EVERY TIME I’M ALONE THERE ARE 5 FUCKING STOOLS.
BUT NO ONE IN MY FAMILY BELIEVES ME.
THEY ALL SAY WE ONLY HAVE 4.
I SWEAR TO GOD.
THIS IS LIKE A RECURRING THING.
WHAT THE SHFUFUCKainm gv.d