Again....why is she single?

Hi....It's me Annie Grace.....
So I had some time on my hands today. I woke up in one of my Wild Card moments which simply has gone on all day. There are some days I just act like I am possessed....all day. It drives her crazy because The Lady wonders what she did. NOTHING Lady! My brain it like a clock....sometimes it just goes haywire. Simple. So I spent an hour running as fast as I can, nails grasping on the hardwood floors finally catching the carpet on the way up the stairs and when she comes around the corner....I act like she is evil. (Actually...if you saw her this morning you would run too.... clearly make up was not on the agenda first thing this morning.) So after 2 hours of this I am bored with my own antics so I decide to torment her. I start like this...."Hey Lady, how come you are still single?". She freezes, turns around, looks down at me and says "Annie, what do you mean?" This is one of her typical responses to many questions when she has no quick response....I know she is just buying time. Again, I repeat the question. Aahaa...she has rebounded. She has a response. "Simple Annie....I am just waiting for George." Lady, George Clooney is not going to marry you! He will not be packing us up to move to his Villa in Italy. She at that point suggested I read Cinderella.....which I have....and do not see the relevance. Then she suggested I watch Pretty Woman. Which I have....and do not see the relevance. Look Lady you have no logic. None. You are not a living with a wicked step mother scrubbing floors with a kerchief on your head nor are you a prostitute in LA!! "Actually Annie, sometimes I am a prostitute. When I do an open house I refer to it as prostitution." she says. At this point jump up on the window and pretend that I am fascinated by the birds. She thinks I am quite content so she usually just goes away. Nope. ... not this time. "Annie...do you want a father?" she asks while getting a little close to my face. I give her the HHTT look and walk away to go play with the magnets on the refrigerator. Have any of your other prisoners know who their father was? I think not. "Annie...I have an open house today. I will get you a father." she says. Great. She has missed the point.... again.