So I have this aunt. This Amazing Aunt. And she is 91 and starting to be a bit confused with things. Who am I kidding..... she started being confused what seems like forever ago, it's just hit home now that the "Assisted Living" capsule has been engaged. Boy that sucks. Why can't she live with me? Why am I not independently wealthy so I can stay with her? We talk all the time, we read the same books (ok, she can re-read hers more often but so what). She stays with me for weeks at a time for visits now that her son whisked her off to Fl to be near him. She was always closer to us anyway. He can keep the damn inheritance, just give me my aunt. I don't need her $. I need her. She taught me to ride my bike. I can walk with her to the mailbox. She taught to fish - and bait my own hook. I can show her the remote for the tv, even 1000 times a day. I know she won't understand it then or the next time. She won't need to, I'll put on the news, or Vanna White or Oprah. We'll have our happy hour. She doesn't know that her glass of wine is cut with so much water that you couldn't evn calculate the alcohol content. We sit and laugh and read and sweep the front walk and could have a very happy co-existence thank you very much. So why is she still in FL and not here with me I ask ya?