Badly

Mother hates me. She told me that I am "not even funny anymore", which in Mother language means that I am out of favor.
I called Mother this evening. This was approximately the second time I've called her since being married. (I even told her that I'd been listening to Rush Limbaugh....did that restore me? It did not. I only listen to Rush because Tim is a conservative radio junkie. Personally, I think that Politics are stupid. I should be president.)
So, I called Mother. My new daughter asked to speak to Mother as soon as I got on the phone, which made her the favorite instantly.

Does your mother have a favorite?

Mother always says that she never has a favorite, but she always does. Usually it's Dani, because she keeps having cute little babies.
Next week it'll be Andi because she is graduating from college. I am never her favorite anymore. Sometimes my husband gets to be her favorite, because he is handsome and retired, and he gives her that smile. She loves him then.
I was going to tell you something of substance about that phone conversation, but I forget what.

Can we talk about Tiger Woods? Seriously. Do you know how many confessions of infidelity I've heard on the radio, or TV, since his flagrant adultery has come to light? Is it really so common to betray one's spouse in such a way? You'd think so. I feel so bad for his wife.

Did you know it's really bad grammar to say "I feel badly"? That implies that you are somehow ineffective in your emotions, rather than having sad emotions. I feel "badly" that Mother hates me, which is to say that my emotions are not up to the task... I'm no good at feeling.
I feel "bad" when I'm not Mother's favorite, which would be more accurate.
Deep down, she will always love me best.

I'll always be Granny's favorite. And that's something, after all.

My flow of thought is non-existant. I feel bad about that.
Time for bed, I guess.
G'night