Friday, February 8, 2008

This morning I told my mom I would like to start therapy. She calmly sipped her coffee and asked why. I said that there were some issues concerning my dad I wanted to deal with. She said that sounded like a wonderful idea. Deep down I knew she was celebrating. How do I know? Because right in the middle of lunch while I was laughing my ass off at Paul's imitation of Margaret's decorating client (he is gay, rich and from Texas), she called to tell me that I have an appointment tomorrow with Dr. Elaine Sherman. Mama didn't waste no time! Hahaha!