Originally Posted by
tweakstick
I learned my lesson when dating. I knew early on that red heads are not to be trifled with. Every single one I dated was simply bat-shit crazy.
Though neither the wife of myself have it, red hair runs in both sides of Mrs. Tweak and my (Irish, English, Scottish and Native American) families, so wouldn't you know, Little Ms. Tweak is a redhead. This genetic soup has proven to add some extra excitement, if not palpable danger to the household at times. With our mix, alcohol is to be avoided around here for all the obvious reasons.
She was, and I'm being nice, a challenge to raise. I have yet to see her true form because I know which buttons not to push. Heaven help the man who ever decides to show his ass with her.
Maybe she'll leave him with at least one good eye but I don't know that his balls would be safe.