today she asked both Mom and me over text whether one of us could drive her out to a town that's a good half hour from here to pick up a letter from her nominally-ex-boyfriend, who's currently in jail over drug and gun charges from last month, that he sent to his aunt's house instead of here
Mom had to leave for her weekly family dinner and I just suggested she have the aunt mail it here, and she immediately launches into one of her "fucking fine, I'll bike there and get it myself" things