Man, I once flipped my dad off when I was as five, had no idea what it meant. Dad threatened to break my fingers off. Never did it again.
My other reaction is to fire him into the moon. But I also like to fantasize about punching sped kids, so . . .
Oh crud, msbelle, that's a mess. Yes, he IS just trolling you.
Dang teens, why you gotta make it so hard?
Oy, Mac. Knock it off, kiddo. Stop being a troll to your mom. You are going to be horrified and embarrassed by yourself in just a few short years.
Turdhead. Teens have the emotional level of toddlers, just with more words. But same inexplicable whip saws and no impulse control.
ION, kinda fucked up a rat rubout 311 request to the city. Have to do it per residence and mine went through fine, but since I stupidly didn't try to impersonate Anna (she's on vacation) hers got switched to inspection. Which might turn into a citation (rather than direct to rubout.) if that happens, I'll take care of it, but feel like an ass.
The one class I almost failed in high school (one quarter) was Health. So.
I'm sorry msbelle.
I'm giving up on my yard for today. I spent two hours on it, that's enough. Crappy as it looks right now. It's wine o'clock for me.
Oh, msbelle. {{{{hugs and strength~ma}}}}}
Oh geez, Mac. What does he think is going to happen if he fails high school?
I got tired of letting my hair grow out after six months--it hit an awkward stage and I said screw it and shaved the side off again. Oh well.
Burrell, I think I could do whatever with my hips (though I'm now v curious what you guys do!) but somehow my back is just not flexible--bending backwards is a huge part of zouk and not a good time for me. :( also I mostly don't want to dance like that with dudes! But don't want to lead, either. So. I'll stick with west coast swing and just stare enviously. :)