I got frustrated and had some sort of psychotic brake... except instead of breaking down and crying and stabbing things like it felt like I was going to... I kind of snapped at my mom.
She said she wished I was more responsible.
"THAT'S IT! I'M PAYING RENT!" is what I yelled back.
Literally screamed this at my mother.
And it started, believe it or not, a rational cal conversation.
I'm going to be paying $100 a month (not bad at all), picking up the yard (already do), cleaning out the cat boxes (already do), and in about 3 weeks, we're going to visit the puppies that Jamie's dog had.
As in we'll be looking to see which of the two boys I like.
I.
GET.
A.
PUPPY.
So excited it's not even funny.
    
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That's not bad for rent.