Two of the Worst Movies Ever!

Last week, while I was sick, Scott and I watched two of the worst movies ever. I mean it, worse than Plan 9 From Outer Space! Yes, and you didn't think it was possible.


I saw The Robot Vs. The Aztec Mummyon the DIRECTV (if you want DIRECTV email mail me for my account number and we will both get $50 when you have it installed.........and agree to a one year contract) program guide. Scott loves old sci-fi movies (Selene, at two, knew what constituted a 'Daddy Movie' and would tell him what to watch). So I recorded it for him. We watched the last 10 minutes together and were laughing so hard, my eyes swelled up and I was THIS close to an asthma attack!

A few months ago, I remembered a movie Mom wouldn't let Peggy and me watch one Saturday afternoon. It had kids going to a cave, and then going somewhere else, and then the kids went back to the cave to find an alien with a bubble machine. So, I used Swagbucks to search 'sci-fi movie with bubbles.' And up came Robot Monstera '50's sci-fi movie well known for RoMan - half robot/half gorilla suit and his bubble machine. Of course, I had to get it!

Word of warning, both of these movies are so bad, they are actually a great time to watch! We laughed, we sneered, we found mistakes galore, we snarked, and in the end; agreed we finally found a movie (two movies) that are worse than Frogs!  The worst movie we ever paid to see in a theater!

I realized as we got to the end of Robot Monster, that I had seen the entire movie at one time. Mom wouldn't let us watch it because it scared us so much we had nightmares. Heck, Disney's The Three Little Pigs gave me a nightmare I still remember today, 55 years later!

Oh well, if you like old, poorly done, sci-fi movies; I would recommend both The Robot Vs. The Aztec Mummy and Robot Monsterfor your DVD or Blu-ray library.

P.S. While looking up links from Amazon I found that The Robot vs. The Aztec Mummy was skewered by Mystery Science Theater 3000, Vol. XV (The Robot vs. the Aztec Mummy / The Girl in Lovers Lane / Zombie Nightmare / Racket Girls)! One of Selene and my favorite Saturday morning shows.
And you can find Plan 9 From Outer Space/Robot Monsteras a box set!

Cramps + Infertility = Endemetriosis Part 5

Previously I confided about how it was (is) like to be an infertile woman in the first four segments of this series.  Today, Jo at Finding Her Way, posted this video.  Please watch it.  This was my life and is the life of thousands, if not millions, of other women.  PS  I cried remembering.



What If?

Here is a pic of my favorite shopping bags. Peggy picked them up at Fred Meyer.They are made of recycled water bottles. You can shop online at Patty Reed Designs.
While I was visiting the web site today I found a GREAT BARGAIN! There are 24 bags ( 4 each of six different designs) for only $60! Talk about a buy! Regularly $6 each, on sale they are only $2.50 each!. Great idea of all those holiday gifts. Or get together with some like-minded greenies and save big time!
These are well made bags.  I have been using a couple of them for about five years now.  I shop bi-monthly and also grab them for carrying things on day trips.  Soap and water make them easy to clean.  It seems either people in-line or the checkers are always asking where I got them. 
There are pockets inside for wine bottles or loaves of bagette bread.  I always feel a little like a Parisian when I carry them out of a store.  (They even make my Wal-Mart purchases look extra specially nice.)

It’s halfway through June already. Time is passing too quickly. We plan to be out of here in two months, exactly. I’ve got to get more boxes and start packing in earnest.


My problem? That danged!%#@$%#@! Nintendo DSi and the Brain Age 2Virus Busting game. I am addicted to it! Like really, would rather play that game than to eat, blog, or go to the bathroom. (Do any of you remember the episode of Star Trek: NG, The Game? (Star Trek The Next Generation - The Complete Fifth Season  ) Kind of like that.) And not to mention the time wasted on it, after I finish a session I find my vision is blurry and I have a hard time focusing. So, I have put the DS away for now. Wow, in just about a month that little toy has infiltrated my life so negatively.

In other news: The new pain killers are doing a pretty good job with the fibro pain. I wake to sore muscles and stiff joints every day. With the new pain stuff, my headaches and pains are just slightly invading my life. I am sleeping well, thank you. But, until I get used to this stuff I cannot drive after I have taken a dose. Can you say, “DUII?”

We just got word that several my cousins on Dad’s side of the family are coming to visit for a weekend in July! Wonderful! Even growing up we only got together about six times a year. Not like Mom’s family, many of whom lived in town and went to school with us. We had Sunday dinner at least once a month.
No, Dad’s side lived in another state and it was a real adventure to get there.

Anyway, it will be fun to see everyone and the cousin’s children. Dad is the last of his immediate family. He has several cousins he is still in contact with. Family is important to all of us. Even if we only see each other every five to 15 years or so.

We have been doing some future financial planning. Scott is thinking about retirement. And we have so many options; we are just going to have to do some more research. Like, if you ‘retire’ at 62 but keep on working you may, MAY, be eligible for reduced Social Security benefits. Then full benefits at age 66 (or older depending on when you were born.) As a non-working spouse, I could get a percentage of Scott’s SS at age 62. And then increased benefits at 66 – I think, that’s why we need to talk with an SS expert. Anyway, with what he will draw from his three pensions, his SS, and my SS; we should be pretty stable as long as we don’t overboard on spending.

As I have been typing this, all three cats have jumped on the kitchen counter. One word and they jump off. Do you have to ask why I wash the countertops before cooking?

Somber Thoughts -- This Post is About Movies Addressing the Holocost

I have been watching Imaginary Witness: Hollywood and the Holocaust. It is a documentary about how Hollywood handled the atrocities of the Nazis during WWII. I have been watching bits at a time. This is strong stuff. There are many bits of information I had never known. Like Charlie Chaplin's The Great Dictator, was the first movie to use the word 'Jew'. How Hitler tried to control how the world perceived his atrocities and how he was allowed to do his own form of spin control. There is also archival footage of the camps being liberated.
There is a portion of the documentary that focuses on Anne Frank. It brought back a lot of memories for me. In junior high, a friend asked me to recommend a book. I had seen The Diary of Anne Frank mentioned in an article in the Parade Magazine. So, I recommended it. I hadn't read it yet. I guess the book really upset her. Her mother came down on me like a ton of bricks!

I explained it was on a list of recommended books for kids our age; as we were the age Anne was when she went into hiding. Later, my mom explained that not everyone had my ability to look at the world, feel empathy, and then come to terms with it all. Some people just couldn't handle the 'real world'. Like I knew, from listening to my parents and other family members, just what my uncles had encountered during WWII. I knew and I felt the anguish for those victims. Yet, I knew that somehow, somewhere I would do my best to help others in their situation.

In 9th grade, our class was gathered in the gym to view, Mien Kamph, a documentary that pulled no punches about Hitler and his 'Final Solution'. We viewed it in two parts. You have never heard 200 junior high students leave a school so quietly. We all walked home alone those two afternoons. The usual horseplay and laughter was stifled by what we had just experienced. I will never forget the ‘showers’ with the scratches from fingernails up the walls. There was one set of very small scratches where a mother held her child up as high as she could in a vain effort to save a life.

Of course, the movie, The Diary of Anne Frank, was shown in television reruns quite frequently. I know I watched it several times. I was mesmerized by the characters ability to hope and dream. And my sisters and I all cried at the inevitability of the ending.

In high school, I played Mrs. Van Damme in the play, The Diary of Anne Frank. That final scene, I wasn't acting. I was that scared knowing what happened to all those people.

Anyway, I recommend watching and reading all the above. Not all at once. Over time, allow yourself to take in the information and process it. Then, apply all that to today and what our world has become and is becoming. What can you do to change all that? How can we all work to erase inhumanity in an inhumane world?

Thursday

Today was the last day of the school year. The kids walking home were shouting and cheering! No more school buses and traffic. I sure hope the next place will be on a quiet street. Not that I have minded living just a few blocks from schools. I have loved the second graders walking to the Fire Station every spring, hearing the high school football games on Fridays, and the Middle School Class Olympics as I garden. Life is taking us on a new journey and I will only slightly miss parts of the old one.


We just had a downpour. Rain streamed from the skies for about five minutes. Not too bad. According to the weather man, it is to be 80 degrees this weekend! We have barely seen the upper 60’s and low 70’s this spring. Guess summer will hit us hard!

Looks like the neighbors are setting up for another garage sale. Our city has a limit of one garage sale per year per address. They seem to do at least three to four every year. The last one had another neighbor drop by to complain that they were open later than the city allows. Wonder if anyone will complain about the number of garage sales per year this time around. All that activity over there has Rocky worried. Well, jealous really. He wants to go play with all the people.

I am so looking forward to seeing Nate and Lennon. We really miss them. I miss Nate when I watch ‘House Hunters’ and ‘House Hunters International’. He was fun at choosing the houses and making fun of how over the top some of the buyers act.

Today is my first day of three pain killers per day. I sure have been using the word ‘per’ a lot today.

Tonight I am fixing wither chili burgers or else hamburger gravy over mashed potatoes. Or maybe, hamburger patties, mashed potatoes, vegetables, and pan gravy. I’m not fixing hamburger soup, or tacos, or spaghetti, or I could fix sloppy joes. I just have to use the hamburger in the fridge. Tomorrow, being payday, we will get take out. And Saturday, I’m thinking about Ugo’s pizza. I’m inviting Debbie and Rob to get the bamboo they want and then for them to stay for dinner. Of course, I may find something else to order out. We never know.

Shakespeare, SNAP, and Spilt Milk-Bones

We spent a quiet weekend, a very quiet weekend, except for the dogs barking (what’s new.) I started those new pain killers with the very specific directions on how to get used to them. Well, like all new drugs there will be a time of getting used to them. I will not be driving for a while and I will be napping a little more than usual. Now, if with all this I have less pain then it’s all for the good. I hate pain that wakes you from a sound slumber and that’s why I am trying this new drug.


Speaking of the dogs, (See first sentence of today’s blog, please.) I managed to knock the box of Milk-Bone biscuits off the counter last night. Right in front of the dogs. Scattering the biscuits all over the floor.
Wow, those dogs made me proud! They didn’t start gulping down the treats. I picked up the treats without so much as a sound. The doggies just stood there and watched me. I left two treats on the floor and when I was putting the box on the counter again, Rocky and Jip politely picked up their treats and went to the treat eating areas. For Jip, that’s behind the couch. Rocky eats his on the couch. Now, all I need them to do is behave when someone walks past the house.

Scott ran to the store for a few groceries for this next week. Keeping in mind our $202 budget from the SNAP Challenge, he bought:

2 cases diet cola
1 gallon milk
1 qt cool whip lite
1 sugar-free apple pie
3# gala apples

For a total of $20.04
Leaving us $161.78
Oh, and I found another receipt for milk bought at BiMart last week for $2.50
That brings the total available to $159.28.
We don’t worry about the cost of the sugar-free pies, too much; this one was $6.49. I figure that it costs me pretty close to that amount to make a sugar-free pie. And those pies are a real treat for Scott.

Speaking about treats, over at Scott’s work last week, the management brought in ice cream sandwiches to treat the workers on their hard work the past two weeks. Their company is merging with another company and there are tons of phone calls to field about the merger and how it will affect customers. Anyway, someone got the message finally, and they brought in sugar-free ice cream sandwiches as well! Huzzah!
In the past, Scott has had to do without the treats. Or worse yet, everyone got candies and he was offered a hunk of broccoli or some other non-treat. All he and the other diabetics are asking for is recognition by way of a treat they could enjoy as well. And some of the others are more than happy to eat sugar-free as well.

I’ll end this off with a cute little story that happened last night.
We were watching Slings & Arrows, a Canadian TV show about a regional theater and the people who work there. Of course, as the title alludes, they put on Shakespeare plays as well as others. It reminds me of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in Ashland.  The program stars Paul Gross who was Darryl VanHorne in the brilliant, yet canceled series 'Eastwick' last season.
This is a well acted and produced series, which has us two old actors loving it. So, right after a superb moment of watching the Bard’s words come to life; Rocky chooses to fart. Not a short fart, but a long, bubbly, fart that started out low timbre and rose in pitch to very near a whistle.
Of course, we just stared at each other and began to laugh. Real, tears in the eyes laughter. Scribe Will S. would have loved it!

First off:
Do any of you dear readers ever click on the ClusterMaps on the side?  Well, I was checking them out last night.  It is fun to see where my readers hail from.  And the best part, readers from SIX continents have visited my three blogs! 
I couldn't believe it.  Now, to find that elusive reader from Antarctica!

One of my favorite musings is to build and furnish my Dream House.  It's all up there in my mind.  I see the HGTV 2006 Dream House in Lake Lure NC built on a mountain side overlooking Yachats OR and the Pacific Ocean. 
Of course when I build it, the house will be Oregonized!  The exterior landscaping will be tons of native plants with huge blue hydrangeas, red crocosmia, and white calla lilies next to the house.  There will be an addition to the daylight basement, a Victorian style greenhouse with a lap pool.
The interior will be cozy and warm.  The great room will have a Chihuly chandelier in frosted red, white, and blue (reminding me of watching fireworks in the fog at Bandon-by-the-sea.)  The 'dog-trot' will be glassed in because on the Oregon Coast it would be a 'dog-gone' with the gale-force winds in the winter.
But the best room will be the grand kids guest room.  I loved the bunk room that the interior designer Linda put together and that will be the basis for my design.  I see the bunkhouse look of the old lumber camps that used to abound in the Coast Range.  The bunk bed, with trundle, will be covered in the red and black checked Pendelton blankets with crisp white sheets.  A pull-down map, like what they use in schools, will double as the window blind.  A geographic map of the world will paper one wall, a map of the night sky will be on the ceiling, Other walls will be papered in posters of native plants, soils, rocks, far away places, and such.  There will be a big chair in the corner for reading and snuggling.  The rug will be cozy warm for little toes.  Yeah, I have too much time on my hands.

With the current fibro flare, I have been experiencing just too much pain.  My doctor prescribed some pain reliever.  My shoulder has been hurting so much, I couldn't make the drive to get the pills (it's about an hour driving time, round trip) so Scott was nice enough to go to the pharmacy after work yesterday.  He had to wait over an hour before his number was called (this is why we use mail-order for the maintenance drugs.)
Anyway, he finally got called and the pharmacist had to counsel him so he could counsel me.  Here are the instructions:  take one tablet once a day for three days, take one tablet twice a day for three days, then take one tablet three times a day for five days, then take one tablet four times a day.  I have drawn up a calendar for the fridge so I don't get confused.  Hell, I am already confused.

Terrible Two's and Why You Shouldn't Hold on to Candy Too Long

Lennon has officially entered The Terrible Two’s! Selene texted me last night about his first tantrum. I’m sorry, I laughed out loud. Really.


This morning he didn’t want to put his pants on. Again, screaming-mimi fit. I laughed again. And I apologized for his behavior. You see, I wished this on his mother about 29 years ago. “I hope you have a child who acts just like you.”

I read books and magazines to see what to do about her temper tantrums. It was suggested to “just walk away.” I went to the kitchen, she followed and through herself down on the floor; I went to her bedroom, she followed and through herself on the bed, I went into the bathroom and closed the door, she continued in the hall, etc.

“Throw a glass of water on them, that will shock them.” No, it just made for a wet, screaming child; something like a wet hen on a tear.

“Go outside.” Great, now the neighbors get the whole treatment.

A call to Mom got this reaction: Hysterical laughter, snorting, and more laughing. Seems she was delighted in Grand-daughter’s behavior.

Oh well, it will last less than a year before the Terrific Threes. But just wait, in about 10 years he will be heading for the pre-teens.

And yet again, Desiree at The Happy (atheist) Homemaker got me thinking. Seems she is a sugar addict. I do understand. There are sugar addicts on both sides of our families. I’ve seen Scott finish a quart of ice cream by himself, eat a ½# candy bar, and finish with a giant bag of M&M’s. I’d rather have a bag of potato chips with Dill, Onion, & Garlic Dip or some Nacho Doritos.

Not to mention, but since I have been depressed, almost 12 years now, I have found that most chocolate tastes like wax. No flavor. I’ve taken to eating dark, darker, darkest chocolate and that in just a square or two after dinner.

I still buy Snickers and Baby Ruth bars, but they can sit for weeks before I get to eating them. Which brings me to a story from way-back-when………………………………………….

Every few years our family loved to go camping for our vacation. Well, everyone but Mom. She was not your happy camper. She preferred a motel in Reno and sitting around a slot machine to a cramped travel trailer and sitting around a campfire.

These camping trips necessitated a lot of preparation to get six people (that’s four girls and two parents) into a travel trailer and ‘rough it’ for a week to ten days.

We bought our food ahead and stored it all over the trailer. (Don’t know why, there were always stores where we could have stocked up with no problem. Just the way we did things.) So, you never knew where that bag of chips was hidden. Then Mom would pull them out for lunch and we’d be surprised since we thought we had searched every cubby hole.

This time, Mom had found a buy on some candy bars at the Five and Dime. This was a couple of months before the trip. She was ‘saving them for vacation’ so no snacking on them until then. She packed them carefully and resisted our pleas for them for several days into the trip. Finally, she said, “Yes.”

With glee we ripped open the packaging and found………………………………little worms (catapillers) and lots of webbing where they were beginning to pupate. Four crest-fallen faces. One of us said, “Mom, that’s why you don’t want to save food too long, it gets infested.”

After that, Mom always let us eat the candy sooner rather than later. We just needed to remind her of the ‘worms’ and she would sigh and break down.

Everyday Life and SNAP

I got up this morning to find I had no clean ‘house’ clothes. House clothes are those pants and tops that I wear around the house. I like them to be soft and cottony. I don’t care if they get or are stained because I wear them to do housework or work in the yard. Anyway, this morning I had to wash and dry them before getting dressed. Now, I am outfitted to do whatever needs to be done; like take a nap or watch the Season One Finale of Big Love.


I do have a question. Why do my black jeans have this funky smell? I wash them like all the rest of the clothes, which smell just fine. But the black jeans just smell, off, somehow. I have tried using baking soda and/or vinegar in both the wash cycle and the rinse cycle. Fabric softener has no effect on that smell. Scott says I am just too sensitive. I don’t think so.

I talked with Dad last night. I told him about my fall and he said he took a tumble in his lower garden. He was walking up the hill and slipped on the wet clay soil. Said when he got to the back door, he had to strip off and toss his clothes on the lawn. After he cleaned up, he used the hose to get some of the mud off. Then, he washed them twice and still doesn’t think they are clean.

Anyway, he thinks he may have broken another rib. Man, is he ever brittle. He is still having some residual pain from breaking his hip 18 months ago. I hope it’s just a bruise. He is recuperating from back surgery a couple of months ago. That surgery has really helped him a lot. He moves so much more easily now.

Penny Saver over on The Saved Quarter is participating in the SNAP Challenge posted by the non-consumer advocate. That is, only spending the SNAP (formerly known as Food Stamps) allowance for the month of June.

I have decided to give it a try as well. The average SNAP allowance is $101 per person/month. Since Penny and Katy are using that amount, so will I. That will be $202 for the two of us. This excludes everything except food and seeds for food plants.

Yesterday I spent $20.18 at BiMart for:
4 cans pork ‘n beans
12 cans tomatoes
1 can deviled ham
1 can corned beef
6 cans tuna
2# pasta
Leaving me $181.82. I also have some food in the pantry and freezer that we will rely on as well.

Now, as to the amount I spent on the dogs:
14 large cans dog food
20# dry food
5# treat biscuits
Totaling: $38.04 for two weeks.  The cat food runs about $13 every two weeks (they eat only Purina ONE Urinary Tract Health which is like only 1/3 the cost of the stuff at the vet's office.)  This amount does not come out of my SNAP challenge monies.  It's just to show having a pet is not cheap.  And having five pets ranges on the insane.

Today I am loving our new health care plan. We get 90 days of drugs for the price of 60. So, we have been slowly moving over to this method. Not only that, they ship them for free.

I’m off to the Farmer’s Co-op to see about tomatoes and peppers. I am also going to get some Territorial Seed Lettuce Blend seeds. Maybe some onion sets, too. I will do my best to forgo getting a new cat. There are always cats in need of homes there.

This being National Adopt-a-Cat month, if you have the room why not? After all, they help hold down the rodent population and are some are great teddy bears.

My Online Earnings

So, as of May 31 I have earned:

Surveys  79.70 paid to me
              42.95 pending
            122.65 total

AdSense 15.95

Swagbucks 20.00 in gift certificates

Grand Total since January 15   $158.60

The KitchenAid Artisan Mixer at Amazon runs from $229.99 (Imperial Grey) to $299.99 for the most popular colors.  If I go with the Grey, I am 2/3 of the way there!  If I go with one of the most popular colors then I am 1/2 the way there.  Either way, I am on my way to that new mixer soon rather than later!

I talked with Lennon today.  He is feeling better after having a bilateral ear infection over the weekend.  His parents took him to the ER.  He was x-rayed for pneumonia, clear thank goodness.

One miserable angel

Anyway, he was helping Mom make cookies.  He really liked the part where he packed down the brown sugar.  His fingers tasted real good after that. 

Feeling better, but still a bit wan.  He loves his lizard shirt.

Selene found Kukka with a paint pen just as her sharp little milk teeth began to break through the outer layers.  I can't think of anything more fun than a toddler and a teething puppy to make your day loads of fun!  Oh, yes I can!  Been there, done that.

We're having salmon tonight.  Look for the recipe over at Nana's Kitchen.

An Answer to Another Post

Over on The Happy (atheist) Homemaker, Desiree posted about how she does her laundry.  It is a cute post and worthy of your time. 
Well as I began to answer her post, I realized I had more to say than a comment.  So. here is my post in answer to her post:

As your kids get older and have more responsibility you may find that they don't put their clean laundry away like you requested. And you may find they do not keep their rooms as clean as you would like, but it is their responsibility to do these things and sometimes you feel like natural consequences must follow from their actions or lack thereof.


So when, you tell them to get their laundry; you might just find they have lumped last weeks' clean laundry with this weeks' dirty laundry and it all lands next to the washer.

Naturally, they have done their 'chore' and are off to whatever they do when released from their cages.  Which is anything and anywhere 'old people' who have no lives but to clean and force them into slave labor are not going to be.
 
You head for the laundry room to do the weeks' laundry.  It is a 'chore' that you enjoy doing since there is nothing nicer than to smell of clean clothes hanging in the proper closet or folded into the cupboard or drawer. 
As you bend down to start to sort the piles of clothing, you notice that some of the clothes are still folded from the week before.  Folded, but covered in pet fur and giant dust bunnies.  "WTF!"
 
Now, you will either shake your head and understand they are just kids and this is normal.  Or you will shake your fist and begin ranting to the heavens about how YOUR children, whom you thought you had trained well, are nothing but giant, ungrateful slobs who have no idea of how to do anything you ask and are going to grow up to be the death of you and will never be able to get a job or have a relationship because they are too thick-headed and lazy to be of any use to the world and you waited 10 years for them to come along or alternately have no idea of how you pushed for seven hours to get their gigantic heads out of you and ruined your figure for all eternity!  This is depending on your mood going into this debacle.
 
Okay, relax, calm with a deep breath, center.  You will have two options:
Option 1:  Push the offenders' laundry to the side. Allow them to do their own sorting (we do not wash clean clothes in this house) and their own washing and drying.  Natural consequences.  You don't do a job right; you will do over, yourself and do it right!  BTW, this laundry must be finished before you go to bed tonight.  No leaving clothes in the washer or dryer.
Option 2:  Sort out the clean, but dusty and furry clothes, and put them on the offenders' bed for them to put away.  You do the laundry. 
Option 2a:  Since the offender probably didn't clean their room to house standards:  you will pick up everything on the floor and put it on their bed along with the clean clothes.  Then you will vacuum the floor to your standards and close the door their room. 
 
Either way, you will have a conversation that goes like this:
"Dear sweet child of mine, it looks like you forgot to put your clothes away last week and somehow they got mixed in with your dirty laundry.
I just want to remind you to put your clothes away every week."
"Okay."
"Now, is that a promise this won't happen again?"
"Okay, fine, whatever."
"Really, I mean it.  Put your clothes away.  Oh, and it wouldn't hurt if you cleaned your room."
"Okay, what did you do to my room?  All my stuff is on the bed!  I had that stuff organized and now it is a mess!"
"I needed to vacuum the carpet.  I thought I smelled maggots."
"That's gross!  There was no smell in my room!"
"Well, Honey, your dad crawled under the house looking for a dead cat.  Then, we figured it was coming from your room and we didn't want an infestation."
"So, you went through my stuff?" 
"No, we just smelled the different piles and bags until we found the rotting meat under your bed.  Then, I vacuumed and cleaned the carpet."
"Yuck my carpet is still wet!  Where am I going to store all my stuff until it dries out!"
"You could try putting the 'stuff' away.  You know, that's what drawers, shelves, and closets are for."
"Fine.  I'll clean my room!"
"Fine."
"Okay, fine!"
"Okay."
"Whatever."
"Fine."
"Fine!"
"Okay."
Door slams, the entire house shudders.
"Well, that went better than I thought."