So... there's stuff, other stuff, shit, and everything else. In no particular order, of course.
Nothing seems to be in any particular order; me, my life, family, other stuff.
I used to think me and my life [read: Me and My Life] were It and a bit... But with my significant other half and kids, I've learnt differently.
It has become apparent that almost 50 years of "Life-Experience", not quite half-a-century, isn't enough too overcome the politically-correct, bush-lawyer, make-enough-fuss-and-I'll-win, extremist views of teenagers!
OK, I can be, and maybe am, an arse. Arse. Spellchecker: arse! A conceited, cantankerous arse. Big-headed, arrogant, self-centred, childish, immature and idiomatic ARSE... yes.
But... I ask, is it too much to demand of pre/teenagers... "I have two rules! Do what you are told; when you're told"... ?
Is that too hard?
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