text:  The next one. I know. So we got to get, Sharon, you got to get your act together, girlfriend. Come on. All right. I'm trying. Okay, so no. 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 would, you know, 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 set up your infirmary mother because, after all,