That's classic, Sue. Welcome Wagon ladies should allow a decent interval!
Well, I have been in the hosue two weeks. I'm just working slowly. And naturally messy.
My mom has a similar kind of ESP to ita's. Except that she called out of the blue the day after the first time I tried drugs, "wondering what I'd been doing with myself."
Knitting the seatbelt thread together with the 'mom calls when I lost my virginity' thread: the first time I spent the night in a man's bed (although there was only the most minor of hanky panky, but I had never even kissed anyone before, so it was a big deal to me) I went home to find a message that my family had been in a rollover car accident and my 13 year old brother, who'd been lying down in the back seat with his seatbelt off (it was late at night) had been thrown out the rear window of the car. He was lucky - just had a huge cut across his forehead and back through his scalp and bled all over the place, and now has a barely noticeable scar and a hitch in one eyebrow and skin numbness in that part of his eyebrow. He could easily have lost an eye.
ETA: Point being, talk about GUILT! I felt like it was somehow my fault, for the sin of lust.
Aaaand Cindy beats me to it.
And I don't even believe in god! Much less "sin"! But I am from New England, and old Puritan stock.
I'm a redhead!
Uh, maybe pictures later.