Drama Rama

My brother and I have always been the kind of kids that felt we needed to be bleeding, vomiting or on the way to the hospital in order to get our mother's mothering attention.  Every headache was a tumor and a trip to the ER.  Our mother was, and always has been, good at listening to our needs and tried her best to fix them.  


Neither of us are sure what causes our flair-for-the-dramatic,  but anyone who knows us, including our mother, would laugh at this understatement. Maybe we became addicted to her. Maybe we liked the attention. Maybe we loved having our blood pressure taken.


I know we aren't the only ones like this.  Fox news and public restrooms don't exactly help folks Keep Calm & Carry On: