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Backstory: My mom moved from the San Francisco area to a tiny town deep in the Bible Belt.
I went to a housewarming party…and the girls are around your age and had jello shots for the very first time…OMG! they are good! Just wanted to let you know I’m getting corrupted over here…LOL
Backstory: I got laid off from my job and will be moving from California to Kentucky, back in with my Mom (at 27 years old).
Mom: I’m really glad you’re moving back but please don’t drive. I’d rather you fly.
Me: I’m gonna fix the car, don’t worry.
Mom: There’s mountains and other drivers and hitchhikers! But where will you sleep?
Me: I dunno…I’ll find some $12 Motel 6 in Oklahoma or something. And you honestly think I’m dumb enough to pick up a hitchhiker?
Mom: WITH THE PIMPS AND HOOKERS AT MOTEL 6? Are you trying to kill me?
Me: ROFL! Mom. Really. How many pimps and hookers do you see roaming the streets of Nowhere, Oklahoma???
Mom: I watch enough Crime TV to know. Fly here, or you’re paying rent. :-)
