The Naughty Child

I don't know if you notice, but I fade out of blogging every once in a while. I confess it is because I have my hands full. I have a naughty visitor on a fairly regular basis and she really is a terrible child. She is selfish and argues over everything. Her insecurity is frightening...she will interrupt a really important adult conversation just to ask, "Do you like me?" So awkward, because, you know, I don't like her. I don't like her a bit. She's a pill. And the stuff she eats! I could only get her to eat olives, pickles and chocolate the last couple of days. I don't like to make fun, but I've told you this much, I might as well be honest...she's a total clutz...walks into door frames that have always been right there and drops things as often as not. She can't seem to put an outfit together to save her life and has to be helped to put on her clothes. And let's be blunt...personal grooming is iffy. You can see why I struggle so to be able to put up with her regular visits, but I do try hard to be nice to her. I can't tell you her name because that would be rude, but her initials are.... P.M.S.