My mother has been over all day.
She was feeling lonely. Maggie, of course, was overjoyed at the company. I was, as well, until the third hour rolled around. I got in the kitchen and boiled some eggs to make some tuna salad tonight. We had that with crackers and tomato wedges. My mother acted like it was the best meal she had ever eaten. She was also fixated on the big jar of pickled sausages I had sitting on my kitchen counter.
"Are they hot?" she asked.
I wrapped one in a paper towel and gave it to her to try.
"Mmmm, those are delicious," she said. "Let me have another."
I thought she was going to ravenously grab the jar off the counter and run. I was ready to stand guard. I never knew going to Weight Watchers could be dangerous to family members.
It is nice spending time with my mother, but the continual small talk makes me tired and cranky. Mom left, saying she would be over tomorrow as well. Oh well, I have nothing but time on my hands. It is the least a son can do. I am now off to escape in the world of Warcraft for the rest of the evening. I have a few troll heads to bash. Good night.