Something your mother should never say...

Last night I was on the phone with my mother, who is deeply concerned about my ability to live on a $390 bi-weekly living allowance. I happened to mention that I have to pay $150 each month out of my own pocket to commute to my volunteer position in DC... needless to say, she became even more worried about my ability to sustain my health and sanity throughout the next 11 months.

She's a public school teacher and doesn't have extra money to send my way, so she began brainstorming ways to make extra cash. After a couple minutes, she came up with the grand idea of becoming a phone sex operator. "I could do it from home at night," she said. "If you're good," she continued, "you can make a lot of money." My 54-year old mother then proceeded to practice her deep, husky, lovah grrl voice over the phone. *So* not cool.