"Well, it's nice that you called seeing you never come visit."

"I feel like little Orphan Annie over here."

I wonder, 'what's wrong with me? All the other neighbors kids call and visit.'

"Don't forget your mother."

I say-- "Are you coming Christmas Eve or what?" She says "Do you want me there?"

The truth is NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I feel now like I must go visit so the neighbors can see I am real.

(They are snowbirds--the kind that flock to Florida in the winter. So I do it on purpose. Painfully spend time with my mother in the summer....and give myself a break when her friends come. But it's never good enough. She must show them someone cares.)

Good news is I'm off to T. Look out T here comes Petunia with a mother issue.

See T. See T run. Run T run.