Lou: Mom, I think you should date.
Oy. Sigh. Ugh.
Me: Honey, no thank you. I’m fine.
Lou: But, don’t you get bored?
Me: Hmmmm…Sometimes I’m bored, but mostly I’m just content.
Lou: I’ll make you a profile on-line.
Me: What?!? I don’t think so.
Lou: Okay, I’ll give you one year. Then you either get a dog or I’m making you an on-line profile.
Me: I’m not sure what a dog has to do with anything. (Later I realized that she just wants me to have a companion and not be lonely.)
Lou: One year.
Me: I appreciate you so much. But, my heart is kind of squashed up. I just don’t think my frail heart can handle it. Hey, “Frail Heart” would make a great song title, right?
Lou: Yes, it would. Okay, two years then.
Oy. Sigh. Ugh