Day 95-I Appear to Have Sprung a Leak

Howdy!
UPDATE:
I just realized that this didn't post yesterday...my bad


         Well just finished my Spanish exam...I think it went ok. Like I think I made the grade I needed to get an A in the class so fingers crossed! I thought I would have some time today to study/write for my last two exams that are Monday but it looks like I need to jump into the shower before I go to dinner tonight with my youth counselor posse. Then later tonight my daddy-o and Sambo are coming into town, all so very exciting yet also nerve wrecking because I still have to study and write....Yikes.

Memory #95

              There's a particular memory I've been thinking of late and I didn't know if it was something that I should share because I didn't know how well it would translate. Even when I verbally tell the story I tend to get a weird reaction or a somber reaction which perplexes me. The story I'm about to tell is not meant to be a somber one, nothing bad became of it and when it was all done it was fairly humorous in my own opinion. So maybe writing it out and giving you this preface to the story will somehow make it better? Sorry if it doesn't.

        I remember it had been a week after I got my license and I was all about being able to use it but at the same time I was also totally chill with being driven around (The teenager dilemma). I remember this one particular night there was no food at my house. When I say this I don't mean the "There's no good food here, I want fast food instead" I mean that my fridge at my house is almost always filled with condiments...and other random odds and ends. I also remember that my brother and father were somewhere not in the house, so I remember cuddling up to my mom on the bed and hinting that I wanted to go to Whataburger and she just being like, "You can drive go get us some, here's the credit card". Which surprised me but I took the card and her order and drove down to Whataburger feeling like such a cool kid, got our food and drove back. I don't know why but I was expecting there to be some glorious welcome for me for accomplishing such a task but instead I was greeted with my mom holding her boob and calmly stating, "My boob is leaking". 

          I don't remember the details but obviously this was the aftermath of a surgery or something. To me just the way that she handled the whole situation kind of makes me chuckle and the mental image of her nonchalance of her leaking boob is kind of funny, in my personal opinion. I remember rushing to my car with my mom in tow and just freaking out, on my part, but my mom was totally chill and making jokes. She then asked for her whataburger bag, which in my haste I had left in my lap, so I handed it to her and with one hand she was holding her boob and in the other she was eating french fries. What a lady. This story is pretty reflective of her personality in the regards that she was always pretty laid back even about the crazy moments of life. 

Love always,

Erin