A conversation with Mom

One of my missions for my 31st year on this planet is to make my apartment look like grown-ups live there. For the past six years, it's pretty much never not looked like a dorm room. Prior to my birthday, I was explaining this to my mother, and expressed my desire to buy adult bedding and curtains that weren't hacked up tapestries. And if they could match, even better. Being the kick-ass mom she is, she took me shopping when I was upstate and bought me everything. At first, I wasn't really finding anything.

Mom: You know, if we don't find anything today, I'll just give you the money and you can go shopping when you get back to the city.

Me: Nope. We have to find something today.

Mom: Why?

Me: Hello? Because [Portland D] will be here next weekend, and I want my bedroom all ready to go.

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Mom: You know, Jess, you really don't have to tell me everything.