I’m 25…have been for a good almost half a year now. (Ick…that means 26 is coming soon.) Well, a box came in the mail from Doubleday Book Club, and my mom happened to get it. I know that it contains 10 books, but I try to be nonchalant. What does my mom say? “I thought we were going to discuss before you ordered anything from anyone.” Okay, these decisions where we apparently agree to discuss these things do not actually take place, unless I’m like under some kind of a freaky voodoo spell when they take place. She tells me that I’ve agreed not to buy books. Not true. She tells me I’ve agreed not to buy music. Not true. Next thing you know she’ll tell me that I’ve agreed not to buy movies, especially not movies of an imported Swedish variety. Again, this is NOT TRUE. I try to tell her these conversations have never taken place. I’m lying. Or I’ve forgotten. Or something that puts me in the blame seat. Basically, I’m the irresponsible daughter who has to be taken care of because I don’t know how to manage money. I have agreed to the following things in the past: $200 of my SSI check will go to groceries I will pay for my hosting. I will pay various other things that seem to affect me only. I will limit my spending to $40 per group (DVDs are a group, books are another, and music is another. This is how she remembers: $200 of my SSI check will go to groceries I will pay for my hosting. I will pay various other things that seem to affect me only. I will limit my spending to $40 total and all purchases will be approved by both of my parents, but especially her. In addition, I will be reminded about my constant inability to keep money and my lack of responsibility when it comes to taking care of the things I purchase. UGH! Doesn’t she get I’m 25? If it weren’t for “inability” to handle money, she wouldn’t have had someone to turn to with good enough credit so that we didn’t lose the damn house. Yes, sometimes I overdraft, but it’s not a regular occurrence and she does, too, but she has no imaginary limit set on her.