Do not play with fire.
My step dad must have done something to piss my mom off because merely breathing within a mile radius of her sets her off into this rampage of fire and flame! Seriously, the very flames from the pits of hell emerged behind her. I can only assume that misery really does need company.
And the irony out of all this was her lecture about the house lacking a "revolving door" feature and my plans on moving out... I thought it was funny.
Posted on May 18, 2008 9:16 PM | Permalink
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