At a Hansen family party, I ruled (lovingly) with an iron fist. My Uncle Brad, who should know better, tossed a ball in the house... And yes, it hit yours truly. I was devastated! The betrayal... I whispered, "Et tu Bradeh?" He tried to apologize but it was too late... he needed nose in the corner. And I'll be darned if I didn't put him there.
Notice that my arms are crossed... to show just how disappointed I was with him.
Asking if he could come out. Don't adults know that if you ask to come out, you have to stay longer? Geez.
It's okay, we still love each other!
That is awesome!!!! She should rule with an iron fist and show them who is boss!!!
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