Phone Bill

It's been about two and a half weeks since I started living with Gramma. So far, it was pretty good. She'd cook food, I'd babble about the day. I'd help carry groceries. She'd read her paper. I'd surf my stolen internet.
Then, the phone bill came in. Boy, is she mad. Apparently she ran up the long distance bill with phone calls to Taiwan - around $80 this month, plus the flat rate, totalling to about $120. Never is she as scary as when she's counting her money...She practically yelled at me today and made me explain what each and every part of the bill was - much of which I couldn't explain because I just don't know the words for FCC and surcharge are. That wasn't ever part of my daily conversation, nor was it part of my Chinese school education...
In any case, it's kind of odd and surprising all at the same time. At home, Gramma would do her anger thing and yell at mom or dad while May and I ignored them, and since I'm the only one around, I get the brunt of it. Joyful. I don't think she's ever raised her voice at any of us before - well, maybe at Jon and Ling for not drinking their milk.
O and I asked my parents (and by parents, I actually mean mom) if I could go to Pittsburgh and visit my bunny and mom said yes! Woohoo! Now I just have to tell the bosses that they won't have to worry about another 13 hours of overtime...