When I think of the wonderful weather my Ft. Myers friends are enjoying and wonder why I'm here. I loved it there last winter - sigh. But there's the alligators and poisonous snakes and nasty, humid, hot summers.

The rest of this post is mostly whining - ala Andy Rooney. You've been warned.

Mom won't be going to Florida this winter unless I place her in assisted living. She had picked out a couple of places - but can't remember their names. Her friendzilla called a few weeks ago and I asked if she knew the names. Nope, but she said that a friend of mom's went with her and she may know. Of course she didn't know the friend's name.

When she first called, I told her my mom wasn't home. She then asked me where she was over and over and over. It wasn't any big deal - mom wasn't off having breast implants; she was at Bible study. It's the principle - none of her business.

I'm referring to her as friendzilla only to be polite.

She's a bully. Last winter she accused me of hiring a caregiver to spy on my mother. She claimed that the woman didn't do her job and didn't do any work. I asked if she had witnessed her just standing around. Nope, she'd never been there when the caregiver was.

She also accused me of not telling them how to turn on the water heater. Huh? It wasn't my condo - they got a list of instructions from the condo owner and that was number two on the list.

Yup, friendzilla is a polite name.