Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Her: Why are you mad at my mom? Me: I'm not mad at your mom, why do you ask? Her: Yes you are. I saw the picture at Grandma's house. (note to the reader - picture in question was taken in approximately 1977) Me: You're right. I was mad. All your mom did when she was your age was whine and cry.
Went out to get the recycling bin from the curb this morning. Came back to a locked storm door. Asked her to let me in. She laughed, said no way, and dragged it out for a minute. Until I threatened a day-long timeout. She is definitely one of my relatives...we love pranks.