iceskating anyone?

People in hell are drinking ice water.

It’s been going on 4 days that Kara and Marina have been getting along. I’m not really sure if I should be celebrating or in fear that they have bonded together as one super team and now my days are numbered. I wish I could just jump up and down and be happy about it or yell at the top of my lungs to knock it off! Instead, I am sticking my head to the door and listening for plans of my demise.

I got up this morning to them sharing breakfast. Laughing and giggling about some poetry Kara had written. At one point I think I might have heard Kara telling Marina she could borrow her Abecrombie sweatshirt. That of course, HAD to be me just DREAMING.

Then I saw Marina wearing her Abercrombie sweatshirt. Natural mother instincts kicked in and I dove towards Marina in a attempt to remove the sweatshirt so Kara wouldn’t rip her hair out from the roots, rip off her arm and beat her with the bloody stump.
“We traded today. I’m wearing her jacket and she’s wearing mine. Look, they match the shoes she let me borrow.”

Kara came out wearing Marina’s jacket and was… *holding back tears*…. SMILING.

I know I didn’t get much sleep last night, but did the world slip off it’s axis last night while I was busy watching reruns of Will and Grace?

In attempt of grasping the situation I told them to come hug me.

“Come here and hug me. NOW. New rule in this house as of this morning. WE HUG EVERY WEDNESDAY MORNING.”

“Why Wednesday?”

“Cause it’s a random day and YOU TWO ARE FREAKING ME OUT!”

This blissful giggling and getting along HAS to stop sooner or later and when it does I don’t want to be ANYWHERE near the fan.

Damn teenagers are messing with my mind.

Shaun, pick up more Xanax on the way home.