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I told my daughter, today, she was a tornado. And she answered. Your worse.


Yes. You. Your a hurricane, tsunami, earthquake, all rolled into one. One some thing. A thunderstorm that never ends.

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    1. Perhaps. πŸ˜‚ Knowing i am an infp, i realize one of my traits as an idealist/healer, is that i am somewhat reclusive. If your familiar with the MBTI at all, it is a test that identifies your strongest personality traits.


    1. I like how you think B. I embrace my daughter’s compassion. How she so easily befriends and cheers on the lost puppy, bringing them home, to nurse them to health. But it disrupts family life. (Not real puppies. People who have no friends. Who are aimlessly wandering through life.) And her explanation of me? Probably best that she stays quiet. πŸ˜‚πŸŒͺπŸŒŠπŸ’­ In all fairness, we love each other and always are there for one another… forever. For better or worse. I probably have to agree with her though…πŸ˜ͺβ›ˆπŸŒ¦β›…οΈπŸŒ€β˜€οΈ but the sunshine is always there 🌞

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