So, my mother is on her way back from Hawaii and I type. I find myself wondering if there are any stories left for her to tell me, on account of, the many stories that she has already littered my existence with over the last week. She went down for my uncle’s retirement party, along with my Granny, and aunt Honey Bunny. I think that over the last week I have rolled my eyes at her more that I have in my previous 23 years as her daughter, and with each addition roll, I realized that my bitterness was not transporting me to the sunny beaches of the beautiful island, and it sure was not melting the snow here in the snow capped mountains of Kalamazoo. Truth be told, my bitterness, at not being able to pick up and go on a tropic vacation, only fostered more bitterness. What do you guys think?? Should I just have gotten over it??