....Neither goes away without putting up a fight.
Madison, my elderly but still overly curious dog, got sprayed by a skunk last night. And so after making a midnight run to the grocery store for the necessary supplies, Ma and I were up until 2:30am scrubbing her down to get rid of the smell. However, because I'd inhaled so much of the stench while handling Madison, I could still taste it in my mouth and my throat and chest were irritated when I got up this morning. Ma insisted I do a breathing treatment (our emergency Plan B for when an inhaler isn't enough to tame my asthma), which I balked at as being unnecessary. But Ma declared that I'd be doing it anyway, which led to another one of our "I can't wait until I'm on my own and you can't tell me what to do anymore" conversations.
Me: Fine... this is why I need to get out of here. Because you're always just gonna do whatever you wanna do and pull the "mother card" out on me.
Ma: You've got to accept the fact that no matter where you go or how old you get, I'm still gonna be your mother.
Me: Yeah, but if I'm not in this house, you can't make me do anything I don't wanna do.
Ma: Wanna bet?
Me: Ma! If I'm off somewhere, say I'm living over in Japan or something, what can you make me do?
Ma: Don't worry about it. I'll come up with something.