The chaos is getting more persistent and Sis and I are about ready to kill each other. We already had a shouting match this morning, over what I'm not even sure. Somehow it seems to be my fault that she forgot her wallet and had me sent it to the wrong address. Plus, as it was me who had the dubious pleasure of chasing after it via phone and email, it too is my fault that we haven't gotten it back yet. Frankly, I've had enough. Let my mother put up with her and her moods. I just want some piece and quiet, but that clearly isn't going to happen while the two of us are on our own.