Marcia, Marcia, Marcia (Or is it "Marsha"?)

Hi G-Fans!

Well, I am getting a little sick of hearing about "Gabriella this" and "Gabriella that"!  Let me tell you!!

It is like "Marcia, Marcia, Marcia" only I am not Jan, a little sister, I am the MOTHER, like Carol! 

This is getting on my last nerve, I can tell you that!

You would think having a couple of days to regroup would enlighten the concierge on how much she needs me and misses me when I am not around, AND how much I give true meaning to her life of servitude!

But No.

She needs to get off her kick and thump down to reality!  

This is it.

I am not feeling appreciated at all.

Unacceptable!

AND, when I don't feel appreciated, things have a tendency to disappear, become removed, get devoured, shredded, etc....

AND, we got a crappy school walk at a bum's rush pace tonight in the humid misty dark night....

Nice! (Not!)

So, don't always assume that the other "guy" is going to be on the same page as you... sometimes they aren't even looking at the same book!

TTFN!

-G

<That is "G" for Grace, THE MOTHER, as always, NOT Gabriella, the daughter, EVER!.... FYI!>

Look who's off-leash!?  Marcia, Marcia, Marcia....!

Ah, finally, something unsavory - an impromptu bath to rid Gabriella of the odor from that
which she rolled in on their hike.

I recognize that look!  "Where's the escape route?"

That one too.... Surrender

I have to say, despite my irritation with the jabber around my first-born, It is just so wrong that she isn't even done with the hike and she is being tortured with bathing activities....!  Just sayin'...