Ragan and I had a nice discussion while driving the other day....
(me) "Uh huh?"
(R) "Danielle's mom asked me if you like to party."
(me) [chuckle] "Oh ya? What did you tell her?"
(R) [eye roll] "I told her you didn't. Duh."
(me) "That's good."
(R) [overly concerned] "Mom...you'd like her. Miss Debra is really fun."
(me) "I'm sure she is.....apparently she likes to party." [laughing]
(R) "SERIOUSLY......Mom. I think you need to find some friends."
(me) [confused] "I have plenty of friends. Why do you think need more?"
(R) "You never do anything! What are you going to do when I move out in a few months???"
(me) "Well......anything I want. I don't know yet. I'm certainly not going to start partying. Unless it's a party at the Goodwill store!" [laughing]
(R) "I'm just worried that you're going to be [pause] all.alone."
(me) [sigh]"I don't mind being alone. Really. I have a lot of things that I enjoy doing. Maybe I can go on some track trips with Daddy. Or....something."
(R) "Mom. I'm serious. You need to do something with yourself. You just can't spend all your extra time at the Goodwill store. 'Cuz seriously, I don't want to see you on an episode of Hoarders."
Apparently, Ragan feels I am one Goodwill trip from going bat.crap.crazy.
Especially without the positive influence of her company and loving attention.
For all I know, she is planning an intervention as I type.
I suppose I better start thinking of some things I can do with myself once she's flown the coop.
Just in case she ever brings it up again.
But I'll start by jumping back on the crazy train.
Evidently, Ragan thinks I never jumped off.