I showed up to walk with my mom and i asked her how she slept. “Lousy,” she said. “I are a bunch of carbs and it woke me up at 2 in the morning.” She has noticed that she sleeps better when I cook. - oh, and the carbs she was referring to were tostadas she made for Darrens birthday. I’ve told her to stop eating that kind of stuff but she won’t listen.

I mentioned that I had a beet salad and that it was amazing. She said, “that’s why I need to live with you.” Then it popped out of my mouth before I could stop it: “you can live with me part-time if I get a one bedroom.” Her eyes lit up and she said, “I want that in writing.”

Why?!

The chances of that happening remain slim. My siblings would shit if my mom had to leave that house and she’s resigned to making it work with barb. But if living with Rick turns out to be too tough to live with, I could see her looking around for options.

I gotta get out of there!