I swear, I don't think I have never known of two more difficult men.
On the one hand, I can see my father's point of view. He has a right to know what's going on in my life, as he is my father. But, then, I can see
Cole's point of view as well. I am a grown woman who's capable of making my own decisions. A few steaks, some scotch and a number of good cigars later, I can only hope that the two of them have come to some sort of understanding. If for no other reason than the fact that I'm far too tired to play mediator anymore. It makes me hope that Balor grows up with both of their strengths and none of their pigheadedness.
And, as it's Sunday? It seems that
Piper and
Paige found themselves with a case of death. Fortunately, they got better. I'm glad it didn't happen to
Prue, because she's still adjusting to being alive again -- or, still, depending on how you look at it.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I do believe I'd promised Cole a bottle of
very expensive scotch.