Priorities

There was a loud knock at the door at 8:59 p.m.

"Ma! Someone's at the door!"

"If I told you once Rodney, I've told you a gazillion times. Do not interrupt me when I'm watching the Real Housewives of New Jersey."

"But Ma. You told me to go to bed and you also told me a gazillion times not to answer the door and someone is definitely at the door. And by the way. You also forgot to kiss me goodnight."

"Don't worry about it Rodney. Whoever it is, they will go away. My show is about to start and you know the DVR is broken. Go to sleep Rodney. I told you not to bother me now and you are really bothering me. That's enough! I'll kiss you twice in the morning, okay?"

Her tired feet were up, her day was done, a bowl of popcorn and a diet pepsi on ice sat right beside her and while she watched the crazy bitches ripping each other's hair out, if she only knew, hourglass in hand, the Grim Reaper sat comfortably on her porch swing waiting for the last grain of sand to fall so he could collect her soul, would it matter?