- Dealing with mouthy, hormonal teenagers.
- Cleaning up after people who don't quite understand that "in the vicinity of the garbage can" is not quite as good as "in the garbage can."
- Running after the Baby Tank, who, like a good Warrior-in-training, charges all over the place shouting even though she's supposed to be "disabled" and "immobile."
- Putting up with my moody, obsessive-compulsive, and self-destructive behavior (I call it the price of genius).
She still managed to hit the big 8-0.
Now poison up. We've got some crap to kill.