“I HATE your undershirts!” “What’s wrong with them?” “They’re in tatters! Seriously, I see you walk in wearing one of them and I just want to rip it open and render it unwearable.” “Don’t do that! They’re broken in, they’re perfect. Even then, it’s an undershirt, who cares?” “I care!” “You know . . .I have not purchased a single article of clothing for myself since 2004. Yet new clothing mysteriously appears in my dresser. Is it you that’s been…
I was helping Lyd clean up her room, my heart skipped a beat when I saw this unholy thing staring up at me. Kill it! Kill it with Fire!
Since she is a key player in this little adventure Annie and I have undertaken, I suppose you deserve an introduction to Lydia, she is my oldest Daughter. I’ll introduce her right now, because she was the first one, and because Lyd’s little sister and I are currently in a fight. An introduction to Regina might turn into a rant about what a pain in the butt it can be to raise a stubborn, tenacious and disobedient bobcat, err, daughter….