THERE ARE A few things that happen in my home that even I get completely confounded at.
One, my mum was way too addicted to her daily fashion mail. How did I know this? Because she read it every day. She believed everything it said, especially when she read the specials that talked about how to deal with ‘teen daughters.’
If you tried to stop her from reading it, she would go nuts on you. I heard her scream a ‘Scram,’ at Raymond once while he was trying to get romantic with her. Poor Raymond. Maybe he could get specials on how to deal with addicted wives like her. When she tried to stop reading it, she could only last for thirty minutes.
And if she didn’t get to read it for a day; she had withdrawal symptoms like she was having now. I mean, talk about moodiness and irritability. And so
