I've Noticed...

I've noticed that I get pissed off by people. Durh, right? Yeah, well if most anybody pisses me off, I get over it. When my mom pisses me off, I stay mad at HER. Nobody else, just her.
Such as yesterday. When Dad took all of us church shopping, I tried on dresses that I liked. Tried on three of them. She liked one. It has spaghetti straps, it's white, with little black details. Well, she didn't like that it had those straps. So she made me get a shrug. No big deal, right? No, she got the most Grandma-looking one that she could find. "It goes with the dress." When I pointed out another one, she didn't like it.
My reply: "Julie and I have a style of our own."
Her reply: "Well, I'll kick your a** for having a style of your own."
... >:( I don't like it.
And then today. She salted the floor, because she read somewhere that fleas don't like salt, and my cats have fleas, so she put salt all over the floor. I was vacuuming up the salt downstairs, because she told me to, and then she comes along, sees the way I vacuum, and then schools me on how to vacuum. I know how to vacuum, thank you very much. Then, when I went to do the stairs, she schools me on those too! OM FLIPPIN' GOLDFISH. I KNOW HOW TO VACUUM. But apparently, I don't vacuum "right." Ugh, hate it.
(Ok, I know hate is a strong word, but most of the time she just pisses me off. Excuse me cause I'm disobeying the Ten Commandments. She just..... ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!)