Women!

That annoyed look on her face, I tell you.

Her monologue continues, with countless instructions.

Do's and Don'ts.
Warnings.
Threats.

'How many times should I remind you?'
'This is for your OWN good!'
'Don't chew your pen.'
'Don't tap your fingers.'
'Why are you so messy!'

This and that.

I never listen.
And don't you blame me!

You don't know the adorable way her lips curl when I don't listen to her.

You haven't seen how her earrings oscillate when she shakes her head in exasperation or how her nostrils flare like an angry Dragon or how she tosses her mane back with a contemptuous shake of her neck.

Her eyes? Don't get me started on them.
Basilisk glare!

Her instructions always end with a shrug and a very pathetic imitation of indifference.
'Do whatever you want to do! I don't care. It's your life.'
She says staring at wall, eyes set determinedly a foot above my head.

I burst into a laughter.