I think I lost my mother.

I told her that I would be at the coffee shop near the Starbucks. She asked if I wouldn’t mind going with her to the tax office because she didn’t know which coffee shop I was talking about. I didn’t want to go to the tax office. I wanted to come to the coffee shop to teach myself how to blog.

I insisted that the coffee shop was near the Starbucks and that she’d been there and that it really wasn’t far. I swore and the truth is that I wasn’t sure and I’m still not because I didn’t check. She was supposed to be here 45 minutes ago.

Oh, dear.

Here it goes. I am going to link this post to confession even though I don’t know how to reposition these things.