OMG. She's almost 19. And one of her Sharpie pens was in the cup on my side table. I picked it up to use it, and she freaked. "That's MY PEN! Why do you have MY PEN? Give me MY PEN back RIGHT NOW!" I stared at her in disbelief, while she kept ramping up, wanting HER PEN back RIGHT NOW. She got even louder when I asked her if she'd been taking her medications. I just couldn't believe she was seriously throwing a huge fit about a pen. I didn't want to laugh, but it really was funny to see her sitting on the floor and screaming about HER PEN, reaching her hand out to grab it from me. Finally she calmed down enough to ask for the sacred pen's return, like a civilized human being, and I gave it back to her. This is the first summer of her entire life that she hasn't had summer school, day camp, something besides watching TV and Facebooking. 43 more days till she leaves for college.