In real life, only once did someone– outside of my family– have the balls to face me and tell me that I was an embarrassment to her as a friend because of the way I dressed (we weren’t wealthy– I was a tomboy who wore her brother’s cast-offs), and that happened in the fifth grade. That gal was too much of a precious princess for me to deal with at the time. I mean, with our sizes in mind, I could have snapped her like a twig, but I decided to let that incident go.

Honestly, so long as a hand isn’t placed on me, I won’t take a person seriously enough to let my temper truly rip upon him/her. I’ve been described as one with “the face of an angel, and the temper of a lion”. Couldn’t be more right. I’m all love inside. And my temper is volcanic, but I own it.

Have an amazing time with your family! I am doing the same here with my little family of three .

Perhaps the Full Moon will attempt to set that off.