The Jack Hammer

I have to be up in four and a half hours. I might as well stay up longer.

I went to the play at PMHS last night called "Pillow Talk." It was really good and funny as Hell.

"You're so hard."
"Not lately."

Also, I'm pretty sure the whole play was based upon Wesley Wren's life. I'm just saying.

So I was texting my mother today while I was at work. Now...other than the fact that I probably should NOT have been texting at work anyways...my mother likes to think that his rule doesn't apply to her. I usually find myself talking to her more often when I'm at work over texts, than any other time.

Anyways...

So I recently had Charlie take all of the change I've saved up over the last six months from work so he could use his bank's coin star machine. And since he he's a a bank member at this particular bank, they won't charge him anything on the dollar.

In the end...I would be getting all of the money without having to pay a...use of machine...fee? Or whatever. You know what I mean!

Well I was wondering how much it was I had saved up, since I hadn't spoken to him in a couple of days. So I figured I'd ask my mom. Mom's should know these things right? Right??? Kinda. And maybe not ever. But i couldn't even tell you if she knew or not..because this is the conversation we had via-text.

Me: "Hay mom, do you know how much I had saved up in change? I don't know if Charlie has it or not."
Mom: "Vodka?"
Me: "Vodka? wtffffffff?"
Mom: "Hahaha, wth? Idk, I'll have to ask him."
Me: "Stop texting like a teenager. You're not sixteen."
Mom: "I used to be a teenager!"
Me: "Yea, like a million years ago."
Me: "A million and one! Get it right!"

...wow

Also, my mother isn't seventeen years old. I know some of you were wondering. BECAUSE ONLY SEVENTEEN YEAR OLDS TEXT LIKE THAT

But she owns a house, a car, and apparently John Travolta and Eric Clapton. The first step is admitting you have an obsession. She has yet to do so.

That was my day. Because work was uneventful.