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Normally, Alicia and I act childish and Karen yells at us like the mom.

Tonight Karen assaulted me by shredding my head of lettuce and pelting me with the bits while we were standing in the kitchen. I stood there dodging vegetable missiles and laughing so hard I cried.

Alicia called from the living room "There better not be a salad on the floor when I get in there!"

I'm the sane one. Really.