Conversation at my house upon returning home from work tonight:

My mom: "Rough day?"

Me (dejectedly): "Not really."

Mom: "Then what's wrong?"

Me: "You wouldn't understand."

Mom: "Try me."

Me: "Before I left I read that my favorite actor who plays my favorite character in my favorite TV show might not be renewing his contract for next year. It's the damned robot, it's screwing everything up."

Mom: "..."

Me: "Also, I'm a sad little woman who has no life to speak of."

Mom: "You know, that church you were visiting last year had an excellent singles group..."