For some reason, Maggie and Faith have decided they hate each other. Sometimes they are fine, but sometimes they are really, really not. Breaking up a dog fight between the two of them is impressive. I seem to be the only one who is willing to stick her hand into the fray and pull them apart but I’m pretty convinced that if I don’t, they will fight to the death.
In the meantime, I have open wounds that are bleeding profusely and a wrist that looks really wonky. Tell me again why I thought it would be fine to have three girls?