Ohhhhhhhhhh boy. This is *not* good.

My mom just called.

She got the credit card bill... you know, the one I ran up last month? Yeah. It was *not* a pleasant conversation.

Now I feel guilty, and I didn't, before.

I wish I could somehow convince myself that it's not really my fault, but I certainly know better.

The best I can do for a loophole is to argue that she *did* say "Don't max out," which I carefully did NOT.

There's still, like, four hundred dollars' worth of space on there.

I still feel like a bug.

You know what gets me, though? Most of the stuff that's on there? I checked with her first... BEFORE I charged it.

And she okayed it, each time.

So NOW she loses her shit? Not *entirely* fair.

But I did take advantage, and I do rather feel like hiding under my desk for a while.

Sigh.

*squirming away*