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Buffista sprog?

Little genius!

And also, what's up with schools banning books now??

Shir, loads of grand/father-ma.

Steph, hope the UTI clears quickly.

My STBX Landlady is a passive aggressive person, and she makes me passive aggressive or just aggressive. Can't wait to see the last of her. I'd rather just be straight up with people.

Lots of ~ma, Shir.

Harvey-purrs and punctuation, erin_o.

Peace and stress-relief~ma to Shir's dad, and her whole family.

Cranberry~ma for Teppy.

OH HAI Minnesota. (Apologies to Daniel and other Midwesterners, but my experience confirms that behavior.)

One of the residents I work with is sooooooo this. She will walk up and say, "I don't need an aspirin."

Then we have to go through a whole litany of, "Do you want one?"

"No. Maybe I can have one tomorrow."

"Where does it hurt?"

"Nowhere."

"Is your (insert various arthritic joints and other known issues) bothering you?"

"Maybe just a little."

"Point to where it hurts." Which she may or may not do. Or perhaps five minutes after convincing me that she is not actually in any discomfort and had been just flapping her gums to make conversation, she will say, "My shoulder hurts. I'm sorry to bother you. Can I have an aspirin?"

On the other hand, anything she complains about outright? Total attention-getting behavior. So we steer her to things like applying Ben Gay or using sweet oil ear drops, or I make her "Special Medicine"by mixing different juices with water.

I will not deal with people who shout. Hubby is from a family who shouts, and I have been known to get in the car and drive away, then come back in half an hour and ask if the conversation can be conducted in a civlized manner. He'll talk to me quietly and viciously, but I can cope with that. Shouting just makes my mind shut down and feels like a failure of language and communication.

At least he's never done the "Don't you dare walk away from me" thing, because that would get responded to with, "Ok, you walk away. I hope you'll be able to find somewhere to live."

I will not be shouted at. By anyone.

Cranberry~ma for Teppy.

I'm peeing bright orange! I expected it, and yet it's disconcerting.

I expected it, and yet it's disconcerting.

Nice, cheery, medicinal orange is ok by me, in comparison to brick red.

I'm with you on the shouting, connie. DH's family is big and loud and competitive. I'm a wreck by the time I finish a family get together. My family is quiet and serene. My oldest sister and I speak our minds, but the rest of them don't. Still, we speak our minds quietly and calmly.

He'll talk to me quietly and viciously, but I can cope with that.

That is exactly what I can't cope with. My husband once said "you don't have to raise your voice" to me in the middle of an argument and my reaction was exactly like yours to shouting, like all the gears in my brain just locked up. I'm pretty quiet most of the time, but emotion does crank up the volume. It kind of is a failure of language, but language fails me, sometimes.