She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not?

My Might-As-Well-Be-Mother-In-Law just offered to pay for the first session fees for therapy for her son and I.

And here I was absolutely convinced that woman wished me all the happiness of the fleas of ten thousand camels infesting my armpits or wished me all of the comfort of garments sewn from old onion sacks.

I mean, she did, in fact, tell me that if she “Were a betting man, she’d not invest in my stock.” So perhaps that may be why I thought that…. Cause she kinda said it.

BUT perhaps the leaves changed color and the mind changed reference frame, who knows?