Pshaw

“Pshaw!” My grandmother said as she thumped and bumped about her crowded kitchen steam rising, having heated conversation with herself Rankled by my grandfather's latest excuse for not helping around the house Thwack! She smacked the meat down on the counter pounding and whacking dinner into submission Beyond exasperation stewing, livid “Pshaw!” She said again louder this time, making me jump sounding like the air-brake on my Grandfather's big truck letting off pressure Little and fiery fierce and feisty my Grandfather had no idea what he was up against the volatile, volcanic fury of a woman thwarted “Land's Sakes, Willard!” was his final warning but he let it go past that- to the point of “Pshaw!”