3:30 PM – Mom just came in asking if I knew where her suitcase is. When I asked why she needed it, she started saying that “Junior and Jer…” I stopped her right there and said that; “No, they are not coming to get you.” She just said OK and walked back out to the kitchen.
I don’t know why she’s so fixated on this.
OK, now it’s back to a Jerry Fessler (although she’s pronouncing it different now – fee-sler.) Now it’s someone that she went to school with and he bought her grandma & grandpa’s pink house and he’s supposed to be coming to pick her up, but she wonders where he’s at and wants me to try to find out. Apparently, there’s plenty of room for her there and she’s going to live with him, or something like that. When I tried to tell her that no, this didn’t happen, I got the “I’m not going to argue” BS. *eyeroll*