Weasel Of Doom

Him [out loud]: I never would have married a smoker!

Me [thinking]: Well, I never would have married a passive-aggressive asshole with a fucked up family, and look at me now!

(full disclosure: I shared what I thought with him later, a few days after that fight, and he was amused. So this is posted with permission.)

Have a lingering cold that’s been hanging around for almost 3 weeks now. These last few days, headaches are refusing to be bludgeoned into submission by Tylenol (and since I am still nursing Squeek, no Excedrin Migraine for me. I miss my Excedrin Migraine. Soon we shall be reunited, I say, soon you shall be mine again, painkilling goodness!), and I feel tired and out of it all the time. So, blah. Will post when I feel human again. Hopefully before October.

(had this sitting around as a draft for a couple of months now; past time to release it into the wild)

• “When you pick up DemonChild, ask if he has been rough housing more than normal today? Don’t mention video games or Hulk if possible.” [I guess if he starts stomping on other kids and saying "Hulk Smash," we will know something is amiss]

• “so far, we decided that I suffer from ED (Extreme Directness) and that
  we need a Snuggle Room.” [why yes, it is hard for me to take team-building exercises seriously]

• “Time to go fly the cow.” [trust me, you are better off not knowing]