Goody Goody Goody
I’m going to be going to visit the parents in Upstate New York on
I’ve afraid I’m less than thrilled at the prospect. Despite the highly detailed e-mails my mother has been sending me for weeks about things like the condition of her play house (don’t ask) and all the “fun” things we might possibly do over my visit I think I’ve been was more or less in denial but now it’s really breathing down my neck.
On Monday I got an e-mail from my mother with “Goody Goody Goody” as the subject line. The text was something to the effect of “Only a week till you’re back home where you belong.” Somehow this makes me feel like I’m about to be gobbled up.