I like my mom.

Mom is visiting this weekend. She's spoiling me. I forgot what it's like to live with a mom. In fact, I may not let her leave.

She's done all my laundry--even all of the rugs. She planted flowers to replace the dying ones I had by my front door. She bought me dinner last night and lunch today. She bought me groceries--and helped carry them to the car and into my apartment, not letting me even touch them if she could handle it alone. She bought my puppy a toy (which the puppy broke thirty minutes later). She rubbed my shoulders. She planned out the rest of my life. (That's an exaggeration--only the next few years.) She bought me books. I could go on and on.

I don't know what I'm going to do when she leaves. I might have to tie my own shoes. It's going to be rough.

We're having lots of fun together. I really like that gal. And it's a good thing, because from what I hear I'm becoming more like her every day.