“mom,” began ty, “this is an intervention.” i immediately reached for my budlight and hugged it to my chest…if they thought i was going to let go of my beer, weeeelll, they were saddly mistaken. “no honey, it’s not the beer.” whew, what a relief and i lunged for my djarum’s and lighter…….. val smiled and said, “you can keep your djarum’s also, that’s not it either.” i bolted out of my rocker and headed for the back door to go inside and grab my meds….i’ll be damn if they were taking my ultram … and paxil and allegra and zanaflex…..oxycontin i gave up on my own…but dammit, taking my ultram is just tooooooo much….

“MEMA!!!!,” gavin shouted as i knocked him to the floor….”you’re spending too much time on the computer!!”

oooooohhhhh, so that’s the reason for the intervention; my *addiction* to su bothers them ,… hmmmmmm. before i *found* su in december 2007, i was constantly told, “i hear ya mom”, “okay, mema, i hear ya,” “it’s alright honey, i heard ya the first time.”

AND NOW, they are telling me i don’t TALK TO THEM ENOUGH………. geeeeezzzz, damn if i do, damn if i don’t ; i bet they’d also complain if i beat ‘em with a new rope….