I got nothin.
We had counseling last night. Veronica, our therapist, brought up the fact that I seem to have problems with self-esteem and taking a compliment. As I sat there, trying to kind of laugh it off and change the subject quickly, I looked up at the wall - and noticed two Anne Geddes portraits hanging there. The coincidence nearly killed me.
In other news, Mom's feeling better. Her voice is back and she doesn't seem as exhausted. My folks watched Artie last night while we had our appointment. Erin gave him a Hard Rock cafe shirt she bought him in Salt Lake City. Um, what else is new ... Art is getting together with some old friends of his for a camping trip. I'm supposed to go along, and am looking for some way to weasel out of it. I've never really felt comfortable around that crowd.