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Oh, and my mother called yesterday (highly embroidered. This is not a photorealistic representation, as it were, of what was actually said. This is a realistic representation of how I feel about it).

Mom: Hurry up and send that snail-mail, so that you can get this internship thing settled, because your aunt will be expecting you to house-sit while we’re on our two-week cruise in the Mediterranean.

Me: I- idda- wabba- nnghh... I should have known there was an ulterior motive for this “O my publisher, I have a fantastically talented niece who would love to intern at your company and be your slave” thing.

Mom: So make sure you mention that you’re the fantastically talented niece, because she’s going to need somebody to take care of her pets while we’re swanning around the Greek islands. Seeing all kinds of Things of Historical Interest. Picturesque Aegean islands. Picturesque Mediterranean youths with gleaming skin and liquid eyes. Pretty boats.

Me: I hate you. So very much. Right now.

Mom: Blue water. Really Old Stuff.

Me: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!

Mom: What was that, dear? You know, I’m really looking forward to this cruise, especially after your aunt and I went to the palace site at Knossos three years ago, after your spring break was over and you'd gone back to freezing Boston to write your nautical archaeology paper...

Me: This would never have happened if I’d gone into biology.