I'm Not Touching You. Air Is FREE.

Why is it that as soon as you turn your back
on your two (individually) wonderful, loving,
caring, beautiful, thoughtful children -
they turn into Chuckie and his Bride?



I swear they pick and taunt and tease
until I swear its going to come down
to blows. Me or them - no matter.

"She's looking at me."

"He's tapping and giving me a headache."

"She keeps changing the channel."

"This is why mommy drinks."

EVERYBODY shut the fuck up!!

I suppose I can't expect that they
act any different than me and my sister did.

And well, in the torture department...
she came up with the small straw every time.
I was the OLDER sister after all by nearly 4 years.

A sample...

At Christmas my dad would bring home
a big box 'o chocolate...a RARE treat...
not to be wasted...
I would make my lil sister take a tiny bite
out of a candy and then show it to me..
if it was a kind I liked - I would take it and
eat it - if it was horrible - I would MAKE
her eat it - threatening to tell my dad.

And well, she's be in deep shit.




Don't cha want to split a box of chocolate with me??