So, I think I'm supposed to be hurt.
But I'm really not.
Which means it doesn't really matter to me?
Ah, deductive reasoning.
My mother reminds me of Monica from Friends.
Once she really gets into something, oh, you better watch out.
Like Tetris.
Now, SkeeBall on the iPad.
& when I told her I accidentally deleted my dad's high score,
she played it, nonstop, trying to get it back for him.
Oh yes, because that's what true love is. <3