The cohabitants at my house were driving me crazy yesterday. My husband was teasing me relentlessly, my kids were utterly obnoxious, and the dog - well, he came in with a frozen piece of poo in his mouth and deposited it in front of his crate. Then he vomitted.
"You guys are barbarians!" I said, utterly exasperated.
"Mama is blowing fire out of her nostrils," said my husband.
"Yeah, and smoke out of her ears," said my son.
The dog just looked at me and started licking up his vomit.
I shook my head.
The man continued. "Woman, I am going to ground you."
"What are you talking about?" I said, getting even madder. "You can't ground me! I'm not a kid!"
"Fine. But I'm taking my violin up to my room with me."
So my violin and I were grounded for two hours. But at least I got some good practice time in!