God love her, she drives me insane.  Even a day here or there makes me want to scream and shake her – just for the sake of shaking her as if it would help to alleviate the frustration.  I had a outburst of rage this time, losing my cool and yelling at her to stop acting crazy and frenzied.  I didn’t take any pleasure in being right about the outcome of the last boy she was obsessed with, as the new obsession was in full swing and focusing all ninety percent of her energy (ten still devoted to the last boy). 

Never before have I wanted to stomp on someone’s cell phone before and crush it into tiny bits.  I could see my dad getting all twitchy in the same way.  It might be a joint effort.

<deep breath>