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<blockquote data-quote="TerryJ2" data-source="post: 248247" data-attributes="member: 3419"><p>Once home, Tiki put away her paints and poured herself a cup of tea. Suddenly, a horrendous scream penetrated her ears (not to mention her peace and quiet). It was her fabulous son, Charming. Irate because his computer mouse had been taken away, he was in no mood to argue with his wimpy, overly romantic, sickeningly artistic mother, Tiki. </p><p>"GIVE ME MY MOUSE!" he roared.</p><p>"Go to your room," Tiki said, sipping her tea, "or I'll send you to the hag's. And you know what THAT means." Tiki was in no mood to argue, either. She had major PMS and it wasn't fair, not at all! How could she have PMS when she was going through peri-menopause at the same time? Wrinkles and zits all at once, as though she were simultaneously living in the body of a 12-year-old and 55-year-old?</p><p>And to top it off, Charming had eaten her <em>last piece </em>of chocolate.</p><p>"NO!" shouted Charming. </p><p>Tiki resisted the nearly overwhelming urge to dump the rest of her tea on top of Charming's not-so-charming head. She stood up, jangled her car keys, and in a voice that Charming knew was her most serious, I-mean-business-voice because she used it through clenched teeth, Tiki said, "I'm taking you to the hag's. Now. Get in the car."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="TerryJ2, post: 248247, member: 3419"] Once home, Tiki put away her paints and poured herself a cup of tea. Suddenly, a horrendous scream penetrated her ears (not to mention her peace and quiet). It was her fabulous son, Charming. Irate because his computer mouse had been taken away, he was in no mood to argue with his wimpy, overly romantic, sickeningly artistic mother, Tiki. "GIVE ME MY MOUSE!" he roared. "Go to your room," Tiki said, sipping her tea, "or I'll send you to the hag's. And you know what THAT means." Tiki was in no mood to argue, either. She had major PMS and it wasn't fair, not at all! How could she have PMS when she was going through peri-menopause at the same time? Wrinkles and zits all at once, as though she were simultaneously living in the body of a 12-year-old and 55-year-old? And to top it off, Charming had eaten her [I]last piece [/I]of chocolate. "NO!" shouted Charming. Tiki resisted the nearly overwhelming urge to dump the rest of her tea on top of Charming's not-so-charming head. She stood up, jangled her car keys, and in a voice that Charming knew was her most serious, I-mean-business-voice because she used it through clenched teeth, Tiki said, "I'm taking you to the hag's. Now. Get in the car." [/QUOTE]
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