Talk to the hand

Today, I have had it up to HERE with little Rella complaining about anything and everything under the sun.  So I told her I wasn't going to listen to it anymore and that if she had something to complain about, she could go in her own room and take it up with her stuffed animals.  Now, as I am cleaning out Fancy's dresser drawers, I am doing so to the sound of Rella holding court with her animals, fussing loudly about how she just doesn't have enough lipstick and that mean mommy won't plug in a night light behind her bed because it might catch fire.

I mean really, it's a hard life she lives.