Creepy

It was very hard to get my Dad angry to the point of physical violence. If you did, it was headed your way.

We replaced 2 pieces of wallboard as I grew up - the one he put my brother through and the one he put me through.

Other than that, zero physical stuff.
 
Suffice it to say, Princess here would try the patience of Mother Theresa herself on a morning. Needless to say, that was the last straw, and a new regime has begun to put her back on the straight and narrow. She'll either toe the line, or spend some time with a behavioral therapist (and I don't need to point out how far things are wrong if I'm even considering that). We're three adults in the house, and she's still off the leash.
 
Inkara1 said:
Mind if I ask what she's doing?
Near constant disolving into shriking and tears. That morning, the excuse for it was, she'd found a dead sea monkey in her breakfast bowl. (actually a bit of towel lint). And that to total selfishness, near total laziness and instant bordom with anything she starts. Basically, all the worst components of the Princess complex.
 
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