The Bitch is Back

I remember hitting puberty early, hitting it like a great brick wall of rage. My mother could offer me a cracker, and I would retaliate like she was hiding WMDs.
And here I am, back in a tsunami of hormones, and my mother and I are living in the same house again. And I have one piece of advice. Learn, if you please, from my poorly-behaved example:

Do not start Lupron and then have your mother move in with you the next week. It will not be good for your relationship.