|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|My mother has a new mantra. "I wanna go home! I wanna go HOOOOOOOOMMMMEEE!"
We're going to have to have a little talk soon. I don't think I could stand it mentally if she went back to her apartment now. This whole event has caused me to realize how much worry and stress I had when she lived on her own. Every night I would wake up and wonder if she was lying in a heap. If she didn't answer the phone I wondered if she was unable to reach it due to a broken hip...
I'm going to contact her doctors and find out how we can convince her to live in a more "supervised" environment. Then, we'll have the talk.
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid
One Last Bitchfest for the Road
Get the Popcorn Ready
I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
|Marriage is love.|