The phrase is tired and overused, especially by my sister, but said with the right indignant flare it still has its charm. Also, she is old enough to make her own decisions and is not to be told what to do. Hence opening her presents by herself in a dark living room at 3:30 in the morning falls into the category of personal life choices that I may not trample upon. I like to think that my ensuing lecture taught her the meaning of respect and family appreciation, but realistically I am at best fostering in her the skills of appeasement towards a larger foe. Ah well, useful non the less.
In other news, life goes on whether or not I want it to.