That’s the way I write the sound Samantha (bewitched) made when she wiggled her nose to do magic. I have never managed to get my nose to wiggle that way or do any magic. I have however, pulled some shit out at the last minute. We all have I imagine. Today, this kitchen will buckle under my heavy hand. Teenage and preteen boys will be banished from scurrying in like a plague locusts bent on disaster. Seriously, until it is clean, none shall pass.