"Marlon! Michael!" storms around the house . . .
Joe Jackson wasn't playing about them towels by the pool. And as always, Angela Bassett set it off.
"What you gonna do? . . . Joseph, GO TO BED."
I'm wishing I had a mama jackson (well, I actually do:) to make me go to bed because these last few weeks, maybe even months, it's been harder for me to unwind and get my mind to just stop, so I can go to sleep sometimes. And coming from a narcoleptic sleepaholic that's big. I'm just getting over the fact I was always the first one sleep at my own slumber parties.