"Oh, no reason." I say, gazing off into the distance.
"What's wrong?" you question, a slight touch of irritation creeping into your voice.
"Nothing", I reply, with a dramatic slump of the shoulder.
"Okay". You sigh, and turn to walk away.
"Well I'll tell you if really want to know..."
"God help me", you murmur under your breath.
I feel sad because certain people...MY PARENTS...haven't signed up to follow me on this blankety-blank blog. They know I'm in a contest to see how many suckers...I mean, folks... I can get to follow me. If I can't get people like these, they're still in their pajamas for gosh sakes! then who?



But here's the real disappointment...their father. A man who wears a curly gray wig and Elton John sunglasses can't even find it in his busy day to perform one small act of kindess for his wife's sister. *Sob* After all I've done for you, giving you advice when you didn't even ask for it...well, no more Mister!

I hate to even mention these two. After all, I just met them. Yesterday. (not really, but it feels that way. That's the beauty of love. And the fact that we live 6 hours away. ) But still. You'd think they would want to support the new wife...traitors. Child and Nephew of Mr. Wonderful, meet the Wicked Stepmother.