My daughter is 12. She's a character. She should be a bleach blond. White blond. Transparent blond. But, she looks like me :) Dark hair. Usually is the butt of jokes. I can't help it. Truly can't. When she walks directly through the butt of joke door, I don't stop the entrance. Luckily, it won't be long before she will pull something that even my boys will freak out over regarding her complete unintentional ignorance.
Back to the mortification. Watching the Olympics tonight with the hubs and her. She's complaining her toe nails need cut. She starts to pick at one to peel off. OH NO SISTER. I said, "If you do that right now I will throw up all over you. Get me a clippers." (you'll come to learn, if you don't know me already I'm a control freak) and I hate feet. But more than I hate feet, I hate ungroomed nails. So I cut her nails. Good god her feet stink. She just took a shower. Why why why when you are 12 years old do you not care about hygiene. That's a whole 'nother story with The Girl.
So, nails complete. And she farts while laying next to me. Really? We are open farters at our house. Minimal boundaries here. Watch some snow boarding than I hear this odd freak noise, rumbling, but sounds like again more farting. Really????? Stop it. She then goes into this event of farting on her own free will. Repeatedly. I mean like 10. In a row. How in God's name does one do this? Girl.....what.are.you.doing? "I can make myself fart whenever I want." She's determined I'm completely frozen watching this epic grossness I've never thought I'd witness.....so therefore it continues. Over and over. She has won this battle. Wow.
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