I've just been informed that there is, in fact, a wrong way to make ham roll ups.

So now mom won't eat them because they were cut before they were refrigerated. *sigh* One more thing to add to my list of things I can't do right. Mom won't even talk to me, because apparently I fail at life.
Tomorrow's gonna be great. Mom and Dad are fighting, so anytime they're both around it gets really tense.
What are they fighting about? Dad bought some oregano at the store, but while putting it away, mom noticed we already had some and asked him why he got more.
...yeah, that's it. I feel like the whole thing was my fault because I had asked him if he'd make spaghetti for dinner, and that's why he bought the oregano.
So now I'm probably not allowed to cook or help with anything now that I proved how inept I am at rolling ham. Because goodness knows, if you can't make ham rolls, you clearly can't do anything else. >>;
Dinner's at two, so I think I'll just sleep in until 1:55, or at least play loud music to drown out all the screaming that's sure to ensue over how to cook the chicken.
...I need to move out before I lose my sanity.