In which I waste 10 of my cell minutes...
Caroline: Hey. Do you think I can pack up a big box and check it instead of luggage on my trip home? I don't have a big suitcase and frankly, I don't want to lug a giant suitcase back when I go to Chicago.
Caroline's Mom: That is ridiculous. Why don't you have a big suitcase? You have a huge hardsided suitcase here! Why don't you have that there?
Caroline: Because I hate that suitcase. I have told you to get rid of that suitcase like, a million times. I have no use for that suitcase and I certainly have no where to store that giant suitcase.
Caroline's Mom: Why is that here then? Why don't you have a suitcase larger then a carryon? It is insane.
Caroline: I never use a suitcase larger then a carryon.
Caroline's Mom: Well, you need to now!
Caroline: That is because I am spending 12 days in Omaha. With you driving me crazy with insane fights about suitcases. And I have to bring home a bunch of presents for you people who drive me crazy. Why did I even call you about this? I'll just bring the big purple backpack you hate.
Caroline's Mom: I don't hate that, it is Bonnie who hates that. Why do you say that I hate that?
Caroline: You have hated that since I bought it 12 years ago to go to Alaska. You complained everytime I took it anywhere. You people insisted on buying me that God foresaken hardsided suitcase when I said I was taking it to Europe for 2 weeks.
Caroline's Mom: Well, why would you take that to Europe? You would look crazy. It is useless as an actual suitcase.
Caroline: I was on and off trains for two weeks, Mom. That hardsided suitcase was awful! It was hell. Up and down steps in train stations. God, it still makes me bitter that I didn't take the big purple backpack.
Caroline's Mom: Well, bring the backpack for your trip home at Christmas. You better hope you don't see anyone you know at the airport.
Caroline: It is the Omaha airport on Christmas Eve. If I don't see 15 people I know, I will be shocked. I may also fall into a depression based on my lack of status in the city anymore.
Caroline's Mom: Oh be quiet. Your sarcasm is obnoxious. I hope you see everyone you know and they comment about how silly you look carrying a giant purple backpack when you are 30 years old.
Caroline: I AM NOT 30!! That was just mean! You know I am 27! You better hope I am not 30! That would make you 60!
Caroline's Mom: Bite your tongue. I am not 60!
Caroline: I have to go now. But I am posting that you are 60 on the internet! Goodbye old lady!
Caroline's Mom: Goodbye darling daughter!
Dec 19th