I got a long lecture about being a good girl...which I promptly discarded from my memory. Thirty years later, I'm still experiencing symptoms of this disorder. Last summer I was delivering a wedding, and the photographer asked me to stand up at the front of the church, and assist her in adjusting the lighting. I was pleased to help.
Last week I did flowers for an event at The Nelson-Atkins Museum. I was asked to pose by my creation. I happily obliged.

Is there a cure for this sickness? If there was....would I take it? I'm thinking no.....where's the fun in being normal??? :o)
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Maybe you were screaming because your little sister had just pushed you off the red chair and you landed on a can full of colored pencils?
Sorry you already had your tonsils out.
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