Tartiflette tearing through the bedroom at 11:30 pm like a drunken raccoon with the plastic toothbrush cap she stole, sounding like a maraca in a washing machine. Everyone’s trying to sleep. Everyone except her. Charlotte and Ziggy are on the bed, directly staring at me and their eyes say everything.
Charlotte:
“Karen, control your emotional support hyena or I am calling Scorchio. I need my beauty sleep.”
Ziggy:
“Karen, I’m not mad… just emotionally disturbed by your life choices.”
Me:
“STOP JUDGING ME!!!!”
