The Family is worried about me.
How sweet. How freakin’ sweet.
Does my email work? Is my cell phone working? Please return my calls! And then some weird ass card from my sister calling me her dearest confidante….
32 years of being overlooked and discarded can’t be undone in 2 weeks of “concern”.
But don’t worry, I’ll play nice.
They get the cheery mass email and phone call tomorrow.