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Earlier today I was walking around my mom's new house with her boyfriend in Brisbane where I am staying and I saw a bowl of Hershey's Kisses on the table. I said to myself, "Hm, I will eat one of these later!". I came home after seeing two movies (Before the Devil Knows You're Dead and Michael Clayton, both fantastic, and seeing a lot of old friends (also, pretty nice), to find that the bowl of kisses had been replaced with fancier chocolates, an entire bowlful (and a different bowl at that). This is kind of what my mom's new life is. Homemaking (yet somehow still working all the time). It's upsetting. She changes chocolates now.