I have the best mom in the world.
I talked to her late on Friday night (or rather, I bawled into the phone while she tried to calm me down), and Saturday morning she left Memphis at 7:45 and drove 5 1/2 hours to see me. I had no idea she was coming; she just called while she was on the road and told me she was on her way. She said there was no way she could have me upset and not be there. She got into Knoxville around 2, and we went to the mall, then to see Dreamer (which was very sweet and made me like horses even though they’ve always kind of scared me), and then to Wal-Mart where she hooked me up with some necessities, and then to Ruby Tuesday for a late dinner and gab-fest. It was so so so so wonderful to see her, and it made everything that’s been wrong in my life lately seem a little more…not wrong. She left this morning after we ate breakfast, and it was a quick visit, but exactly what I needed. So it’s official: you’re never too old to need your mom. I’m living proof.
EDIT: I just saw an advertisement for a CBS miniseries entitled Category 7: End of the World. Is it just me or is this a gross exploitation of the events of the past few months? Are they trying to make something so completely ridiculous in the hopes that people will be able to forget about the real tragedies? Is there nothing off-limits?
And on tomorrow’s edition of Erin’s xanga: reason #237 why I hate visiting churches. (Don’t misunderstand me: I don’t hate church; I hate visiting churches.)