I didn't have to put one toe off of the back porch. She left. She might be crazy, but she isn't completely stupid. My brother happens to be full of stories about what I have done to people when pissed off, and he likes to share them with his friends. Ironically, I'm a lot less violent than I used to be. Either than or my rep usually preceeds me. Mostly nowadays all I have to do is glare and folks head for the hills.

This imagine of myself administering the smackdown in my robe and slippers is funnier if you know that both are pink, btw.