Sunday Dinner Ambush

My mom is one of the nicest people you could ever meet and my dad is a good guy too. But every time I go over to visit with them we end up in a fight. Mom invited me over for Sunday dinner today. She made my favorite, fried chicken and mashed potatoes and her wonderful homemade biscuits. Man, I do miss eating her food. Mary Jo is a great cook too...but nothing is like your own mother's cooking.

I was just just taking the first delicious bite when it started. First it was how I need to start going back to church again. Then it was how I need to think of my future and stop hiding out on the farm. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself about my face and about Frances leaving me. Bam Bam Bam. I am just not in the mood to discuss all that stuff. I did tell Mom about my appointment with the plastic surgeon. She wants to go with me, of course. I would really rather go alone, but I guess there is no getting around having her go too. I know it is just because they care but I just do not need a bunch of pressure to make decisions right now.

It's also too bad that the fight  never got resolved. There's only one thing worse then going to bed mad and that's waking up the next day and having everyone pretend that it never happened.

At least I got some good food out of the deal!