How is it that a boy three-quarters your size, age and weight can, just by walking in and sitting down, make you mad enough to contemplate throwing sharp-edged items across the table?
Is it a gift? A talent? A curse? Or simply bad timing and a bad attitude?
::grinds teeth together::
If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go shoot something.
Posted by adam at August 1, 2003 12:01 AM