Let’s Have a Conversation

I just got back from Vegas.  I feel absolutely destroyed…we “had” to stop at an outlet (thanks, mom), and then sat in horrendous traffic.  We left Vegas at 11:30am.  It’s 6:30pm.  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.  Unfortunately, her version of a conversation is elsewhere considered an interrogation.  And does she know how to follow up questions.  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.  See you all tomorrow…

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