You'll Miss Me When I'm Gone

Okay, so I went to my parent's house to search for my W2 tax form. When I first got it I took it to my their house because my dad and I were going to work on my taxes since it would be my first time. Without thinking of the consequences I left my form at the house and trusted it would be there when the time came. Well, low and behold, no tax form. I scoured the study, but couldn't find it. I asked my mom and she said she saw it, but didn't know where it was now. Apparently, she had "fixed" the files a few weeks ago and probably, in all her organizing frenzy, threw away my tax form or "misplaced" it. She helped me search, we were unsuccessful. How can we find something that is probably lying at the bottom of a landfill?

Before I left, my mom asked how Dusty was doing. I said fine. She then remarked that she misses him and it seemed like a shame that I am keeping him at my apartment just so I don't have to clean up after him. I told her the reason I'm keeping him at my place was to escape the drama that seemed to generate around him. She said there was no drama and I left it at that. I bid her well and went home.

I received a warm welcome from Dusty. I had dinner and sat in front of the television watching Real Housewives of New York City. Suddenly the phone rings. My first thought is, alright my mom found my tax form. It was my mom, but no tax form. She called to tell me that the Dog Whisperer Cesar Milan (I think that's how you spell it) was going to be interviewed by Bill O'Reilly and that I should watch it and make sure Dusty watches as well. My dad and I used to watch his show so I was happy to see the interview. After watching my mom called again and said she loved what Cesar's message and agreed with it all. She liked how he said that every family should have a dog because it helps them to connect to mother nature. She went on to tell how Dusty helps us calm down and think about how we should treat eachother because his love is unconditional and constant. I gave the occassional uh, huh's and before the phone call was over she told me how she dearly missed Dusty. I said, "Okay...bye".

Wow, my mom never calls me at home unless she needs some of my things delivered to her house or she wants to take some things back that she had given me. Up to the day she has now repossessed my brown suitcase, a comforter, and metal storage unit. Now she wants Dusty back. My god who knew that Dusty would be my competition for my mother's love.

Well, my friends told me distance makes the heart grow fonder, my mom is pining for my dog.