And mom likes the free donuts and bagels and smiles at the job she started yesterday evening. But the drive home at nearly midnight, versus the drive home from bingo at nearly midnight, appears to be the excuse for possibly quitting. She has this thing where she thinks she's going to die in her car or something. I don't doubt it, but it's always had me suspicious. It's obviously her head's very own unchecked bogeyman.

I shouldn't even know the latest installment but my sister did herself the honor of sharing. The other thing is that my mom told my sister to tell me not to quit my job but to work more and she'd babysit. I think I just heard the sound of the needle being picked up and replaced at the beginning of the record. Again.

My little brain thought it'd be neat to sabotage all bingo ball cages in the area by putting a second B4 in them and having players in a total uproar when the number was called twice. I think it'd make the news. And if I got caught I'd tell you guys so you can watch me sobbing on TV saying I did it to save my mom.