She's gonna call me tomorrow so we can find a good flight time, and she's buying my ticket for me. The plan is at least a fortnight, but hopefully a little longer up at my mum's. The conversation went something like this:


Me: So... I'm thinking of going up there next month to see you all again.
Mum: You need a ticket, then?
Me: Please?
Mum: Okay. So what's happening next month?
Me: A convention, but that's in California, and I'm going with some mates.
Mum: When are you coming up then?
Me: On the tenth.
Mum: What's that?
Me: Middle of the week. Flights are usually cheaper.
Mum: Oh. What's this convention for then? Your Furbys*?
Me: Yep. People go and dress up like dogs and buy art from other people. Lots of fun.
Mum: Sounds like it.**

After that, we started talking about more serious stuff, which would be boring to read.


* My mum knows what furries are, to a point. That is, she knows that I draw and sell furry porn, and she's seen some of it, and generally thinks that it's kind of ridiculous. But she also knows that I can't find work that I'm capable of surviving, and supports the "any income is better than no income" stance.

** She was, of course, being utterly sarcastic, since she thinks this whole thing is strange.