I'm begging, don't push me

Calmer now. A beat-down was averted. Thankfully, I downed enough Good & Plenty licorice goodness to lull me into a summer happy-place stupor.

It takes a generous amount of pushing to get me to the edge, but once there I am all in. All in and pissed off, with Momma bear overtones. No one wants to be on the receiving end of that.

Ever tell y'all the story about Boy when he was in Civil Air Patrol? It was during a time when the officers could no longer lay a hand on the recruits for training purposes. Break them down to build them up and all. So they had to use intimidation techniques. As the story was told to me, Boy was the only recruit they couldn't break. Cool as a cucumber when everyone else quivered in their boots. When asked why, he responded, "You've never seen my mom mad."

Exactly.

I hate getting used-as-an-example mad. Incredible Hulk mad. Don't mess with my family mad. It's an emotion that rarely comes to visit, but once here, it will not be denied until justice is served.

Thank the good Lord for Good & Plenty. Maybe they should be the official candy of peace.