Just Pretend This Is A Witty Title. It'll Be Fun.

You know you're in for a rough night when it's 2:30 AM and you're standing on your front porch in your pajamas, trying to get a barking dog to be quiet while a disturbed bird who has chosen to build a nest in the eaves of your porch flaps around your head like something out of a Hitchcock movie.

So last night wasn't what I'd call restful. That's all I'm saying.

However, the sight of me trying to stave off a confused bird in the middle of the night was probably pretty comical.

Just not to me at the time. Because I don't know if I mentioned it, but it was 2:30 IN THE MORNING.

Anyway.

This past Saturday after Paige's baby shower I went to see David's mother and grandmother. Sissie fell asleep in her chair about five minutes after I got there, and Martha talked for the next hour and a half about how "Mother's just doing remarkably well, it's really remarkable, but I just can't, you know I can't, I mean I just can't lift her up so I've gotten some help to come in the mornings and the evenings, well, you met Carol, she is just delightful and comes very highly recommended and do you know that she used to work at my beauty parlor? She did! She worked at my beauty parlor! And of course Mother can't get to the beauty parlor right now but we are trying to keep her hair fixed, and somebody told me about this foam, this foam that you just squirt into your hair and then rub it with a towel? And it's like washing your hair only you don't have to use water because of course we can't get Mother in the tub right now? Well I went to the Walmarts to find it, and I told the little girl who was working what I was looking for, but right when she started to look someone dropped this huge bottle of something and they had to have a clean up, the little girl who was working had to call for a clean up and I said, 'Well, I'm really in a bit of a hurry, sugar - my time is limited,' but she didn't even hear me so I just left and I mean I'd love to find that foam but I just can't run all over town from one drugstore to another drugstore to another looking for this shampoo that's not really shampoo, and did I tell you that I'm thinking about getting my hardwood floors refinished?"

And that's only five minutes' worth. I would transcribe the rest, but then my fingers would fall off from All The Typing.

My absolute favorite moment of my visit was when Martha was talking about how Alex has such an enthusiastic personality and how some of her friends had suggested that he might have inherited her "social" gene. Martha went on to say that she found that hard to believe because "I mean, people tell me that I like to talk a lot, but you know me - I'm shy!"

Yes. Um, of course. Because shy people often, you know, introduce themselves to others in the middle of the Steinmart petites section to tell their fellow shoppers about the woes of shopping for jackets when one has very narrow shoulders. Shy people do that ALL THE TIME.

Yes ma'am.

We really did have a lovely visit. It made me wish y'all could meet her.

And in conclusion, I would like to say that if Martha is shy, then I am skinny.

As a rail.