OH, your pore mom. You are SO mean to her. (Sorry, but someone had to defend her.)
Your sad tale reminds me of the knock-down, drag-out fights I had with my momzilla because she kept putting the plastic bottle of rubbing alcohol on the radiator next to the toilet. She used the alcohol to wipe off the seat before, well, taking a seat as it were (yeah, it was rather Adrian Monk-like of her), and found it handy to put the bottle on the radiator right next to the toilet. But, as I pointed out to her, 6 months out of the year, EXTREMELY HIGH HEAT CAME OUT OF THE RADIATOR, dammit. She pooh-poohed my admonition that explosion might occur from September through April. "Oh, it doesn't get *that* hot," she said.
Bob is taking a pizza to your house tonight to watch SG-1 after work with Riley. Your cat is separating me from my husband. Happy?
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Your sad tale reminds me of the knock-down, drag-out fights I had with my momzilla because she kept putting the plastic bottle of rubbing alcohol on the radiator next to the toilet. She used the alcohol to wipe off the seat before, well, taking a seat as it were (yeah, it was rather Adrian Monk-like of her), and found it handy to put the bottle on the radiator right next to the toilet. But, as I pointed out to her, 6 months out of the year, EXTREMELY HIGH HEAT CAME OUT OF THE RADIATOR, dammit. She pooh-poohed my admonition that explosion might occur from September through April. "Oh, it doesn't get *that* hot," she said.
Bob is taking a pizza to your house tonight to watch SG-1 after work with Riley. Your cat is separating me from my husband. Happy?