This morning, things hit another record low. Or should I say that, my mother trying to convince me that her puppy pissing her bed is a valid reason I can never go ‘out of state’, is almost as low as when she used her being “Afraid of the dark” as a valid reason that I couldn’t get night driving hours towards my license! The only way I’d give up on a vacation, is if my mother was laying in a hospital bed with a coma.

Somehow, I find it rather unlikely that if I’m out of the apartment for like 3 1/2 days, everything will explode. It’s just my mother will have to deal without a butler for a longer time than the 11+ hours my work day used to hit, thanks to commuting. Like really – is a plane suddenly going to fall through the roof~!?

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