she's been terrorizing the place lately.
"Who me?"
Yes, you.
On Monday, she used her walker as a battering ram to force a bar stool over the lip of and into the kitchen so that she could get in there with me (I try to block her out when I fill/empty the dishwasher to keep her away from the knives--and my toes). The girl is persistent, though; she had to have slammed into it, at full force, five or ten times, backing up between each, to move it that much.
And you saw what she did to Rich.
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