My mom is a great woman, but when she gets mad ... hooo boy!!
You'd best watch out. Or be prepared to die.
Mom is the type of person who doesn't like to fool around. She will be more than happy to give you all that you could possibly want or need out of life, but do something to screw up, and the worm turns. Quickly!!
My mom has the darkest eyes: they're so brown, they're nearly black. When she is mad, I swear one can see flames or even lightning bolts shooting from their centers.
They start sparking. And we know it's time to head for the hills because then the screaming is going to commence.
I call Mom's stares of anger "the stare of death", or more commonly, "the evil, hairy eyeball". Why, I don't know: I just do. It sounds much funnier that way.
Mom, in addition to her laser eyes, also has a temper to be reckoned with. She's Cajun French (Cajuns are known for that) AND part Cherokee, with just a little smidge of Irish and Scottish thrown in there for good measure. She can be the sweetest, most loving person on the planet, but when you mess up: WHAM! Bam!! THANK YOU, MA'AM!!!
When she stares at you with those eyes of hers, you're literally frozen in place. UH oh. Stone. Cold. BUSTED. Swear she can cut you smooth in two.
I have only been with Mom for about four or five years (I'm 11 now), but I have learned what makes her happy, what makes her mad, what she likes or dislikes, her rules, her habits as she goes about her day. The only time I don't see her is when I get home from school because Mom is usually at work.
She's a registered nurse. A darn good one. She works at one of the local hospitals here, has for years.
Of course, when Mom and Daddy need some time to themselves, I don't see them. Most of the time, though, they're here with us. They're good parents. They make sure to make time for all of us kids. The ones left home, that is.
Now that a lot of the kids are grown, quite a few have left the house, so there's more room for us who remain to move around.
I just wish someone could put the fire out when Mom's eyes get to spitting. They remind me of flame throwers or those fancy lasar swords in the Star Wars movies!! (I have to learn not to push her buttons, but sometimes I forget ... and once in a while, I like to see how far I can go before she blows up! LOL)
And then I get the Evil Hairy Eyeball.