when i was little

They were sitting on the couch. It's a sectional. A big one. Plenty of room for everyone.

'YOU'RE IN MY BUBBLE!!!!' a child o' mine screams.

Did I mention that it was the end of a long day?

Bears mentioning.

'YOUR'E IN MY BUBBLE!' says other child.

This is where I need one of those black and white clapper things that directors use. It's my turn for all caps, at the very least.

'CUT!'

'You know what, you little urchins!? When I was little, We. Did Not. Have. Bubbles.'

Personal space was not yet a concept.

Because of this, my bubble-theshold is quite low. On an unrelated subject, I once smacked my sister over the head with a skillet because she said my Vuarnets weren't cool. Can you believe? Hell yes they were. {she's fine, OK} They didn't have cage fighting back then either, but we made do.

Have a good Monday y'all.

{oh my. I hope you weren't dropping by in search of an ethereal account of all that I accomplished this weekend. Instead I back hand you with boundary issues past and present! So sorry!}