>she brings back normal oreos
>tell her I specifically wanted holiday ones
>she says it's the same thing
>wait until she goes to sleep
>take the oreos, twist them apart, spell out FUCK YOU BITCH on the kitchen ceiling
>go to bed
>wake up at 3pm like usual
>go into kitchen, oreos are cleaned up and there's a new package of holiday oreos sitting on the counter

that's right, bitch. you know who runs this house.

Show that bitch whose boss