Mother called. Usually dread it. Was out; told her such, to which she said thanks.
That gave me breathing room to let me do my thing this evening (namely go to a stripper's place for some clean dances, Target, then eating out at Flameburger) before coming home. In exchange, I promptly called her.
Nothing bad. Really, no yelling, no condescension, no stupid questions. Actually, a really good question Mother asked: Have you paid a certain credit card bill? I thought I did ... but for the life of me, I can't find it. She was not mad, thank God. But I can't find it. And I'm tired now, and cold, and I think I should turn in because I have work in the morning. But I can't find this credit card bill. And since Mother is not being irrational about this, I feel like I have a duty to try and find it -- the sooner, the better.
Now, where is it?
That gave me breathing room to let me do my thing this evening (namely go to a stripper's place for some clean dances, Target, then eating out at Flameburger) before coming home. In exchange, I promptly called her.
Nothing bad. Really, no yelling, no condescension, no stupid questions. Actually, a really good question Mother asked: Have you paid a certain credit card bill? I thought I did ... but for the life of me, I can't find it. She was not mad, thank God. But I can't find it. And I'm tired now, and cold, and I think I should turn in because I have work in the morning. But I can't find this credit card bill. And since Mother is not being irrational about this, I feel like I have a duty to try and find it -- the sooner, the better.
Now, where is it?
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