Date: 01-03-2010
Mom's threatening to take me to the doctor already. Said she even made the appointment. And she hasn't even pulled I'm-the-mother stint, either. I told her she's worrying over nothing but . . . I can't convince her otherwise. It's a done deal, this doctor's appointment. I just wish she'd ease up some. She's almost as bad as Pops. I love her and I appreciate her worrying over me but sometimes I think she and Pops overdo it. I wonder if it has anything to do with Rex leaving home . . . I don't know.
And here she comes, probably with some more soup and juice . . . More later.
– Speed