Feminine Pretzels

Hello!
I don't know if anyone will actually read this but if you do...
it would probably be wise to run away right about now.
If I'm left alone to type stuff for randoms to read many-a dangerous thing may occurr.
RUN!!
:P
or don't.
So.
Right now I'm on holidays, which is good.
I didn't fail any of my exams which is also good.
Although my mother is evil and thinks my B on a VERY DIFFICULT exam was a bad result.
*mutters under breath*
But it doesn't matter.
Um, I realise nobody actually cares.
Really I do.
Ok...
My grandma came over today
(I know, gape at my wonderous social life).
She gave me money, which was good.
She's one of these grannies who seems to like giving things.
That sounds great... but when it comes to anything actually important... she's not so great.
So, she came over and handed my brother (17, scary, you don't want to meet him) a packet of pretzels. The kind you buy from the supermarket.
He got pretzel sticks.
She handed me a packet and said
"I thought you dear could have these ones, they're all curly-twirly and a bit more feminine"
Yes.
Feminine pretzels.
Nobody I am related to has ever been known as normal.
That is probably why.
She still says "curly-twirly" to a fourteen-year old girl who was made to get out of bed at eight AM to greet her bizzarre granny. On the second day of holidays.

That's all.
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