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Annoying
Blasted A has gone and left her boots by the door again. While she's not really defouling the building or tracking mud, rain, or snow all over our beautiful marble entranceway, it's an annoying habit and everytime she does it I shout at her for hours on end.
This time I exaggerated, saying my socks were "soaked, dripping" because of her, even though they were perfectly dry and she hadn't even really tracked that much rain in. She just gave me one of her shrugs and went back to plotting her evil plots.
A more serious incident occured before this, involving A of course. I was rather in a fight with A (concerning walking in on me in the bathroom, with a friend--very embarassing) and I was calling her quite a number of bad words, not to mention attacking her with the toilet-paper roll and--spitting in her face.
At this assault A was infuriated beyond belief. She puffed up, looking like a flying tomato, and her eyes flashed. And then--what she did next--
SPAT HER CHEWED-UP THING OF CANTOLOUPE AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Big gobs of orange cantoloupe ran down my hair, going onto my shoulder as I began wailing and laughing. Mom got mad, since we were delaying her walk, and we finally calmed down with some glowers and glares at each other.
That's an example of what my sister A is like.
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