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cimorene+taken and used your hairbrush until it was liberally sprinkled with her hair, even though she does not frequently wash her hair*?
+denied it when confronted and even claimed the hair in the brush was not hers when she is the family member with her hair color?
+later taken up said habit again, perhaps when you go out of town for a bit, so that when you come back your brush is lying on the counter completely covered, clogged, with someone else's hair, more of it than you'd ever let build up if it was yours?
...so that's just me then?
*because she loses everything. including her hairbrush. and her flute for school which cost like $300. at least it wasn't an oboe.
p.s.:
lillian: [whining] i got this pine needle in my finger, and then i got it in again, and then i got it in my thumb when i tried to take it out! so i got stabbed three times! those things are sharp! and they're hard to get out BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH.
dad: i guess you know now why they're called pine needles, and not pine tennis balls.
[drama wherein lillian demands to know what he said and it is eventually repeated]
mom: [laugh]
lillian: [whining] STOOOP IIIIIIIT! you guys are really mean! i'm going to blah blah BLAH BLAH BLAH
me: i'm going to never be able to remember that you're twelve and am going to be telling everyone you're four when they ask.
mom: [who incredibly thinks that despite 9 year difference my irritation with l's embarrassing behavior is actually sibling rivalry] and then YOU can tell THEM that she's four!
lillian: I'M going to tell them that you're forty-six and have never had a job!
me, thinking: please, let the holidays be over, so i can go back to texas.
+denied it when confronted and even claimed the hair in the brush was not hers when she is the family member with her hair color?
+later taken up said habit again, perhaps when you go out of town for a bit, so that when you come back your brush is lying on the counter completely covered, clogged, with someone else's hair, more of it than you'd ever let build up if it was yours?
...so that's just me then?
*because she loses everything. including her hairbrush. and her flute for school which cost like $300. at least it wasn't an oboe.
p.s.:
lillian: [whining] i got this pine needle in my finger, and then i got it in again, and then i got it in my thumb when i tried to take it out! so i got stabbed three times! those things are sharp! and they're hard to get out BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH.
dad: i guess you know now why they're called pine needles, and not pine tennis balls.
[drama wherein lillian demands to know what he said and it is eventually repeated]
mom: [laugh]
lillian: [whining] STOOOP IIIIIIIT! you guys are really mean! i'm going to blah blah BLAH BLAH BLAH
me: i'm going to never be able to remember that you're twelve and am going to be telling everyone you're four when they ask.
mom: [who incredibly thinks that despite 9 year difference my irritation with l's embarrassing behavior is actually sibling rivalry] and then YOU can tell THEM that she's four!
lillian: I'M going to tell them that you're forty-six and have never had a job!
me, thinking: please, let the holidays be over, so i can go back to texas.
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