As children, we Jones kids endured daily torture. Agonizing, methodical, torture. We dreaded it daily. We cowered at the mere thought of it. It hung over our heads like the blackest of clouds. And this torture had a name, it had a face. . . . (insert knife stabbing psycho eek-eek-eek sound effect) BEKKI! At Christmas Jen and I planned our pay-back. It was very successful and I feel so much better about my childhood. I'm recovering. Slowly. This incident was very healing.
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I'm so glad that you feel good about such an attack. I'm glad that you momentarily feel safe, because someday when you least expect it...the "oldest" will rise again!
Oh- it was well worth it all right....just remember, "what goes around comes around."
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