A little bit of Compassion for Thee

So far its been quiet the kiddies are gone for the week and we are here watching the paint dry. I wish I was home with my mom Mourning Uncle Martin. Alas, I lack the desire to trek to hot, humid and overcrowded Florida. Spoke with Black he might be flying to FL and he wanted to know if I would come with, I said tentatively yes. Private planes are nice, wish he had a jet but oh well. Trust fund boy needs to visit mamere and have a little chat about why she's slowly driving me nuts.