|"How's this, Mom?"|
"Hey. I have a lavender branch in front of my snooter."
|"Seriously, Maggie? You're fine."|
"Easy for you to say. You're not the one being tormented by a lavender branch."
|"Sigh. I just can't even ..."|
"Fine. Here. How's this?"
Maggie said the lavender was posing a problem. I think posing may have been the problem!
Do you see what I have to put up with around here? Sigh.