text:  Sharon, you've got to get your act together, girlfriend. Come on. I'm trying. I've been crazy for so long, so I'm trying to get it together now. No, that's fine. I'm just giving you a hard time. No, we're good. I'd make your son his favorite meal, whatever it might be, and tell him, come on over, honey. I miss you. And I need you to sit up here in front of your mother because, after all,