I just got back from Vegas. Â I feel absolutely destroyed…we “had” to stop at an outlet (thanks, mom), and then sat in horrendous traffic. Â We left Vegas at 11:30am. Â It’s 6:30pm. Â Being stuck in the car with very little wiggle room was also rather uncomfortable.
But the gem of the drive was my lovely mother–who HAS to fill silence–with conversation. Â Unfortunately, her version of a conversation is elsewhere considered an interrogation. Â And does she know how to follow up questions. Â I think the worst part of all is that she KNOWS we don’t like to be quizzed about everything, yet she does it anyway.
I’m too zapped to keep typing. Â See you all tomorrow…
