This morning in Maine:

• Mom: We have to leave now because you were irresponsible and didn't put any gas in the car. We're on empty, Becky, EMPTY.
• Me: Oops. I love you! You want a hug? Let me hug you.
• Mom: No.
• Me: Let me hug you.
• Mom: NO, BECKY, NO.
• *After 5 minutes of silence and driving in a snow storm*
• Me: (singing) Have I ever tolllllld you you're my heeeerrrroooooooo.
• Mom: ................You're lucky you're funny.
• Becky, you forgot to mention the crazy lady with her floppy hood crossing the road just a few feet in front of us with her equally floppy dog, and me almost mowing them over with my car. I can't believe I had just said out loud that I thought she had a death wish, and then she steps right out in front of us....gah