“Mother, with all of this walking and talking I feel like I’m on an episode of “West Wing” or at the very least, a rehearsal for some Aaron Sorkin scripted affair! Why can’t you work with the likes of him, Mother? Why can’t we spend time with a scribe like him? Alas, Mother, I’ve hit a creative road block with my latest endeavor and just want to bounce the ball with somebody who’s been in the creative trenches, if you will. I’m sorry, Mother. I don’t mean to bash at such early hour in the morning. I’m just…..well, venting and trying to come up with a better way to say thank you for putting my hair up in a pony tail this morning. I can actually see what’s in front of me and, perhaps, best of all, not have to worry about getting bits and pieces of food stuck in my hair. Remember when the nicoise salad incident? What a nightmare! Thanks, Mother, again.”
