Did you hear?

One of the downfalls of blogging, is that one can not adequately communicate tone. Which is unfortunate.
Mother loves me, and my total confidence in that is the reason I joke about her "hating me." She doesn't hate me.
My sisters and I frequently joke about who is the favorite, based on who is talking to her more. I, for instance, hardly talk to Mother since being married. She razes me about this, but it's all good teasing.
If something was genuinely wrong between mother and I, I would certainly not blog about it. Seriously, what kind of person do you think I am? I write about snippets of life that I find amusing. Then, people comment, which is likewise amusing. Usually more so than my original text.
Our family has lots and lots of love. Granny has no favorites. Mother has no favorites. I, however, have favorites. I'm not telling who they are.