Because I need it to rub on my eyes.
If BigBrother asks me one more stinking time...
Are we getting a hotel room on Friday night? (We're going to a theme park on Saturday that's a ways off and we may get a room Friday night so we don't have to get up so early on Saturday. I have already told him eleventy billion times that I won't know until TOMORROW. Is it TOMORROW yet, boy?)
What is for dinner? Are we having *insert food item here*? Can we go to *insert restaurant name here*? (I've already said "I don't know yet. We'll figure it out after your dad gets home." at least 17 times in the past 30 minutes. Just because you keep finding new ways to ask the same damn questions doesn't mean that I'll have an answer for you any sooner.)
The phrase "Quit asking me fucking questions!" is right on the tip of my tongue.
I'm gonna go hide in the bathroom and pretend that I'm pooping. They don't bother me in there if they think I'm doing that.