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Joy

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Jun-18-2010

I have no joy in my life.

  1. Mary Said,

    I really, really wish that I could send you some.

  2. Mummy Dearest Said,

    I keep asking some one to help me. Oddly enough, my wicked step mother is.

    You can never imagine how kind people from Alabama are.

    They really, really are.

    They have offered me the use of a house . Not very much of a house but imagine this.

    And they would visit me, and help me do the shopping.

    And I am simply a stranger, a Yankee, living in a strange land.

    I really, really need some help.

    But I can’t ask Rock again.

    But I miss him very much.

  3. Mary Said,

    That’s the Southern hospitality we hear so much about. I know it wouldn’t be easy but it seems to me that you should be very seriously considering taking her up on that offer. You would get the chance to see your Father (and I worry if you’ll forgive yourself if you don’t get to see him one more time) and it would give you a much needed break from the way things are for you right now. I want to start my “and you’re family will learn to appreciate how much you DO do for them” dialog, but I won’t go there….

  4. Mummy Dearest Said,

    Thank you Mary, for your comment.

    Enough said.

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