I'm not half as evil as I've been made out to be.
This according to my husband's ex-girlfriend Xylina, whom he brought over to meet me & the girls a bit over a week ago. (Don't ask.)
My considered response to this?
Damn. I'm losing my edge. Motherhood has made me soft. I need to go scare someone again; it'd be beyond pathetic if I topped out in high school.
(In other news, Rob says he now knows he can bench press a 300-lb woman. Seems 'Lina's attentions weren't as platonic as he'd thought.)