in the car on our way to my (very early) birthday dinner:

Brother1: so angel, how's your new job?

me: ugh please don't talk about it. i've been having panic attacks and nightmares. you know, the other night i dreamt my boss pulled me into a random shophouse to tell me how i'm failing at the job and then suddenly i'm naked and infront of my whole company and he fires me over skype.

dad: why are you having nightmares?

Brother2: stress la. i used to have those too. wake up in a cold sweat, right?

me: no shit.

later, when dad was saying a special birthday prayer for me at dinner:

dad: ... today we also say a special prayer for angel. may she grow wiser as she grows older and... MAY ALL HER DREAMS COME TRUE.

i looked up in absolute horror, B1 and B2 burst out laughing (the fiends), their respective other halves went "oh dear, angel" simutaneously, while mummy dearest tried very hard not to laugh while telling my dad off.

my family loves me.