I wake up this morning, and my mother is nursing my brother who has a headache. She tells me that she had a migrane headache last night and she threw up in the driveway, it was so bad. Which is why my stepfather slept on the couch. Then he comes into the living room with a cup of coffee, brewed and prepared for her (he doesnt drink coffee), "They [scorpios] get better with age," she says all giggly. He made us pancakes and did the dishes, she winks at me and says, "you have to get youself one, they're great"

Silly, silly Tara. Silly, silly mother.