Delirious Hills
BFD and I have had quite a few heated discussions lately; his ability to push my buttons drives me to insanity in record time. The other evening, we met to take Alex for ice cream, and while drivng him back to his truck, there was another discussion that sent my voice into the glass-shattering range again. It’s never an *angry* conversation; he just likes to antagonize me until I squeak (which was difficult for a while when I lost my voice; when I’d hit the Squeak Range, my voice would drop completely, much to his delight).
As we went back and forth, Alex tried repeatedly to get my attention.
“Mommy! Where are we GOING?”
“Delirious Hills,” mumbled BFD.
“Oh. Are we getting out?”
I glared at him as he smirked back at me.
And people wonder why I’m prone to bouts of insanity.