vicodin with a vodka chaser.

that's what i'm going to need because, folks, i do believe that this family is climbing up that steep, rocky mountain of bullhonkery that is known as mount st. hormones.

she's only nine.

good golly, it makes me wonder if i was a spiteful, mean as hell nine year old...i probably shouldn't ask my mother that.  i'd get some smart "i told you payback was a bitch" response.

there are a few - very few - physical changes.  but, there is more neck wiggling, eye rolling & smart mouthing.

honestly, i don't know how either of us are going to survive. 

this house is not big enough for two queen bees.

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