Crazy. Have you ever been in your car, riding with your growing child and look at them. I mean really look at them. Pimples dot their greasy face, scattered with a few, I mean very few, soon to be facial hairs. Wow, is this the little boy I used to nibble on his ear. What has happened to his sweet smelling toes? Crazy, but for a second I can almost picture him in my arms. Just for a second though because I have almost pealed my fingernails out of the dash board as he drives as fast as he can . Now that is Crazy

What is crazy. Calling someone at 10:30pm to ask you why you are mad at them. Friend of Foe the answer will be the same. What I should say is don't call me at 10:30pm. I'm tired and will avoid any confrontation possible. But, I talk and shake my head. If you have to ask why I'm mad at you, you shouldn't need to ask. If you have to ask why I am mad at you, your probably not one of my best friends. Don't ask, Don't call. That is crazy.