When you think you have been nice and did some thing good…

Then he beetle off leaving you twisted —- upside down.

Ahhh one of those days

But these kind of “days” give me an empty-nester syndrome,

same way my mother felt maybe?

Same feeling I have with my new theme song from Miley Cyrus…

“We were good, we were gold…

I can buy myself flowers
Write my name in the sand
Talk to myself for hours
Say things you don’t understand
I can take myself dancing
And I can hold my own hand
Yeah, I can love me better than you can.”

The moment was too poignant to be amusing…

G.