OOOOH and don’t our siblings get on our nerves?
I don’t know how Mom kept us from killing each other. My little brother mocked me once behind Mom’s back, expecting I wouldn’t get him because she was standing right there — but I’d already pounced and pounded him before Mom could move. Which says something about my inheriting the family reflexes.
That didn’t mean either of us escaped what was coming to us.
Don’t you hate people who shrug and say they’re not always right? They can get away with anything with that excuse/admission. It’s the old Head-On-A-Platter method, again; nobody wants the bloody thing and will hand it back.
