I love texting my mother.

Katy: Can I go to Capital Ale House tonight?

Mom: For burgers

Katy: And all the alcohol my 5'3" seventeen year old body can consume? Good plan.

Katy: Going to pool, becoming a brazen sun goddess. Be back around 2:45ish.

Mom: I only hope I'll recognize you.

Katy: Look for a golden glow accompanying a perfect bod. I'll also be the one surrounded by attractive males.

Mom: I'd expect nothing less.

I still need to write about Sara and Margaret, but I'll get to that later.