Who I am, What I do and answers to Qs like that

My flight to India was always going to be a big test. Not only for me, but also for Amma. It was a 22 hr flight, stopping in Frankfurt and Mumbai - before reaching Hyderabad just after midnight. All the aunties in the flight were soooo nice. They asked me and Amma again and again if we were doing well. They even gave us a small bassinet which was a little too small for me. Everytime I felt like crying, Amma would nervously open her bag... as if it had some magic potion. It was only later, muchhh later, that I discovered that she had a bottle of Benadryl - to make me sleep. Well, I don't blame her. Who would want a crying baby in a 22 hr flight? Anyway, I did not let matters reach that stage. I managed to remain a good girl for almost the whole time without letting Amma use her Benadryl. After the long flight and an even longer taxi ride to Ammamma's house, I was all ready for India - my motherland. This place smells different, sounds different and feels different.... different ...

What was that about chickens, counting and hatching? Some sort of moral. Hmmm... yeah. Don't count your chickens until they hatch . Whoever said that got it right on target. In the above proverb, just replace 'chickens' with 'money'... 'they' with 'George Bush'... and 'hatch' with 'IRS money'. If you still did not understand what I am trying to say in this round-about way, you should read this again. What we failed to notice... and what Georgie failed to mention earlier was that... all members of a family should have ' Social Security Numbers ' to qualify for these payments . In the language of computers, it would be called an AND condition. So, in our family, Nanna, Amma and I - all of us should have SSNs. No problem with Nanna and me. But poor Amma doesn't have one - because Georgie wouldn't allow her to have one. So for no fault of Amma, she does not have a SSN... and as a result our chickens haven't hatched! ...