Anger Rising: Or Why Can't Girls Just Come To A Concensus?

Yes, but you're just conforming to an acceptable point. In essence, you are hanging on the brink of the Special Hell and have only 5 HP left.

And you have a duck. In a dungeon.

Oh, come off it. And what's with the duck?

Both of you shut up. Gods, it's like arguing with a brick wall for either of you.

I used to supply various toppings and pizza bases and leave them to construct their own... Was a hell of a lot easier...

Get help before you turn into Dickynoo 2.

Boys is better.

I have two sons, ages 11 and 9.

They each were allowed to have 2 friends over (six all together)

I have big screen tv (65 inch) with surround stereo.

I removed most of the furniture in the living room and flattened out sleeping bags with lots of pillows.

They watched Star Wars, ate pizza and then watched Indy Jones.

The other kids had never seen either of these movies, especially on a big scree with surround sound.

I told them I was getting pizza and pop. I went o the pizza place and got 4 pizzzas, what ever was on special and Dr. pepper.

And left them alone for 4 hours.

My wife and I went next door, (My sister in law lives there) and we had an adult evening with no rugrats.


I gave the boys no choice in the movie they were going to watch, nor in the food selection.

The boys had a good time, and asked if they could come back next week.

When I saw the title and the very first bit of the post, I thought, "Oh, crap. The girls argued about something and they're not bff's any more. "

Believe me, that is a lot worse to deal with than pizza toppings. Be glad they haven't decided they hate each other. Things could get much worse. Your house might never look the same again.

When daughter was at school, she had a friend whose mother got totally stressed every time they disagreed about what was the best boyband of the moment.
You can imagine the state the rest of us found her in when we arrived to pick up our daughters after a six-strong sleepover to discover none of them were talking to each other any more... The girls had made up and forgotten they'd ever argued before the mother had recovered.

Thankfully, other than eating me out of house and home and wrecking the joint, all went well. I've spent the day cleaning up after them.

I'd love to say this is the last time I'm ever letting The Girl do this, but I know she has me wrapped around her finger. I just wish The Wife (third time's a charm!) were here. She'd say no.