Snarky clever remarks in Journal

Never come to me in the right moments. Why do you fail me, brain?!
BM asked me right as we came in the door for birthday dinner: “Are you a pisces?! Or no? Then Aries right?”
It occurred to me as she said it, that of course you’re preoccupied with astrology. No irrational, unreligious, narcissistic superstitious single mom can resist astrology.
I looked right at her, said “No.” And ignored the rest of her idiotic rambling.
Now, though, I kind of wish I’d said “No- I’m Gryffindor.” Or something equally as nonsensical as an astrological sign.