You Can't Play Nursemaid and Be the Crazy Patient
This morning Sam yelled at me that me asking him to change his pants was "not part of our arrangement," and he further declared that "Momma would never make this kind of arrangement!" So much for trying to win his favor and buy his affection.

At least I got her back. For better or worse, as they say.

Mmmm. Gary's steel plants looming on the horizon. The smell of patriotism.