Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

Thanks for coming over this morning. I know I looked ultra lazy sitting in my computer chair and looking at the internet (again) but really I was almost done reading all my blogs and I was about to get up and be productive. You were here for over an hour so now I have to catch up again.

I know you said that when WE work on the flower bed (that is non existant) on the side of MY house you can help plant some trees (trees?) on that side of the house, but really, I don't want or need your help but thanks for the offer. Please get it out of your mind that you are going to help me landscape my yard. When I decide to do it I will do it and you won't even have to help me!!

Sorry I forgot to come over this morning and help you move that huge fucking piece of concrete. I totally forgot. I really really did forget (but I really don't want to help you move that either...

Sorry also that I don't want to go to that Red Hat Ladies Mystery Dinner. I know I act like it sometimes, but I'm not over 50 and I feel REALLY out of place with all those older women.

Oh and thanks for yelling at the kids to stop jumping on the couch. I know I apparently don't yell loud enough or nag at them enough to stop jumping on it so thanks for pitching in.

Ok now that I got that off my chest, I'll talk to you later!

Love,
Your Darling Daughter.