And they're down for the count!

And round two begins. In one corner is Dad at one hundred nintey pounds, with a pair of very large lungs built especially for screaming at high volumes. In the other corner is Mom, at only a slight 130 pounds, she has a vicious tongue, capable of tearing a man to bits with only a few choice words, and a mean, mean right hook. This should be both and exciting and horrifying match, folks. 






I keep telling myself that I'll be in college by September, and then I won't have to deal with this. And then I wonder, how will Emily and Nathan cope?