LOST!

(This happened about 3 months ago during the first snow storm here.)

So, it's 8:20 am on a Friday morning. My phone rings, it's an aide from Mom's assisted living. She explains that Mom won't take her pills or eat her breakfast because Mom thinks that I'm lost in the mountains. The aide puts Mom on the phone..."Renee is that you?" "Yes, Mom, this is Renee and I'm at home and I'm fine." "Are you sure you're OK?" "Yes, so let them take care of you and take your pills and eat your breakfast." "Well, OK. I'm glad you're OK."

...I'm ALWAYS amazed by what goes on in Pink G's mind.