Do you know where YOUR mother is?

I've been trying to find my mama all day, damn near panicking and ready to call the authorities. So I decided to call my step father's cell phone before alerting the po-po's and the media, and where are they? The damn casino. They drove ALL the way out to Morongo to gamble on a Thursday night. When he answered the phone he said "hey! hey, Val. Ya mama's not by me right now, she's on the slots...blahblahblah, yeahyeahyeah." And I'm figuring he left work today to take her gambling because a couple of days after Thanksgiving she sent him down to the garage to get her Christmas tree and ornaments and he neglected to kick and shake down the bags and containers and ended up bringing a mouse in the house. My mother is TERRIFIED of rodents. All kinds - mice, rats, squirrels, gerbils, hamsters, chinchilla's...she fears them all. So for about a week she's been trapped in bed, afraid to get up and move about the house unless someone is there with her. So, feeling guilty and likely tired of getting cussed out, he took her to play the slots. haha. Now I can go to bed without worrying. Good night.