Hi Comeback Kids,

Comeback Mama has left Comeback Girl Embassy Suites. In fact I call it a fleeing. You’ve read a lot about my Mama. I haven’t written much lately because well its tough when a grown ass woman moves her mama in. And with all her critiques on my cooking, my relationships, etc etc, its just a little much sometimes. So I refrained from putting hand to home keys.

The highlights were she met “O”. The next day I met “O”’s parents. And in the strangest fluke ever in all of Comeback-ation (I made that word up). His father meets my mother. When his dad drops “O’s” car off (his precious car with all its foreign parts is a “steal me” sign on the street and must be left in a garage-as it was before he left). O’s best friend was to bring it back. O’s friend becomes missing in action, so O’s father and brother oblige. Totally weird situation in the making.

 O’s father follows me after I meet them at their house, who is followed by O’s brother and we drive to my house. Once at Comeback Girl Embassy Suites, O’s father announces he has to use the bathroom and BAM damn he meets Comeback Mama. O’s father talks about how great it is that I am taking care of my mother. He also tells my mother stuff about how he thinks she did such a great job and, clutch your pearls kids. How he and his wife declare “{Comeback Girl} is the kind of woman we would want our “O” to marry”.

I’ve been keeping this from you kids for two and a half weeks. And of course O has been calling everyday and stopped acting stupid a week before he left. I think meeting “the fockers” is the perfect ending to him acting dumb as all get out-even though I compromised the email (I saw the “Nanny Diaries this weekend”, remember “The teddy bear has been compromised”). Anywhoo…..

The Black Man Plan is still going strong. As you know the Black Man Plan has become less about a Black Man in particular and more about being the best me I can be. I know I know I broke many of my own damn rules. But thats ok.

Comeback Mama is another situation altogether. I have been asking her daily about taking a class, doing things with me, what her plans are after full recovery (she is able to walk and has a physical therapist over twice a week). She’s been retired since she was 58 and for 6 years has done NOTHING. She declared that she was tired of my pestering her about “finding her passion” and “improving her quality of life” that when I left to get coffee and came back, her best friend was packing her up and taking my mama back to Comeback Mama Holiday Inn newly rehabbed from her Sept fire-dollies in tact.

She’s been gone for three hours. No word yet from Comeback Mama. I’m not calling just yet. Comeback Mama is stubborn as hell. I AM SO NOT LIKE HER.