My Mother the Oxymoron

Last night:
Mom: I'm worried about your brother, the roads are icy and it's late and he's not answering his phone.
Me: Well he's working maybe he can't, why don't you text message him?
Mom: Helen! That costs money!
Me: It's 10 cents Ma!
Mom: I'm not THAT worried.

This morning:
Mom: What day should we move you in?
Me: Whichever is convenient for you guys, it doesn't matter..
Mom:UGH
Me: What?
Mom:Can't we just get movers?
Me: Well that's kind of expensive Mom...
Mom: So?