As I said, my mother came home last night.

[conuly]

And gave me one last rant on her brother (well, I'm sure there'll be more, but they'll be faded with distance).

"He goes into the kitchen and moves things around noisily for a few minutes and then complains that he's doing all the cleaning!"

And I sat there and should be commended for not saying "Oh, wow, that totally doesn't sound familiar to me at all!"

I love my mother, but cleaning isn't exactly her forte.