My mother is perfectly healthy most days. But she was not this weekend. And I had the incredible timing of choosing this weekend, of all weekends, to go home (instead of staying in town to celebrate Lu's birthday, perhaps catch a movie with Dwighters, lunch with Faith... worst intuition ever). So I cooked breakfast (and lunch and dinner yesterday), folded the laundry, made sure that Mother stayed more or less alive, exchanged a suitcase at JCPenn'ys (this one was weird, because I am no longer covered on the insurance on my parents' car, so in Mother's mind, the most logical thing to do in this case was for her friend to give me a ride to the mall), and spent 2 hours on the phone with the phone company. All this affirmed that, yes, as with children, I can kickass in house managing. Although it has also affirmed that I do not want a children, house, or anyone infirmed under my care for a very long time. Perhaps never. All's I want to be responsible for is myself, my homework, and what shape chicken nuggets I'd like to have for dinner.
On the phone with the phone company:
Tech Support: Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear, are you Asian?
Moi: (begrudgingly) ... ... ... Yes.
Tech Support: Because I am, too.
Moi: Good for you.
Tech Support: So, what are you doing for Halloween anyway?
Moi: Nothing.
Tech Support: You don't celebrate Halloween?
Moi: ... ... ...
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