Go Fay! I love teachers on the warpath.

Erin, that woman is a scab on the face of the earth. I hope she drowns in her own bile.

Actually, I just feel sorry for the children she's currently warping.

Perkins, I like five and seven. Number three looks like it would take too much effort to get it to actually look that way all the time.

gives Fay a standing ovation

adds: My friend Aimee, also says, EAT IT!

Love, love, love Fay.

wrod.

applauds wildly

::Marries Fay, in VEGAS::

We're a right ranty bunch. But we're good at it.

I like #5, but it won't work with my cowlicks.

Too bad! I thought that one was just about the right length for you, a little longer on the top, but not covering half your face.

I just set in motion the process to get a free developmental assessment for Annabel. I know it's irrational, but I feel like a failure for even needing to do this. I feel like if I'd only been a more involved mother, less given to doing my own thing with one eye on her doing her own thing and more given to playing name the body parts and reading to her often and so on, surely she'd be talking by now, and now all those important neural connections aren't getting made and I've deprived her of her intellectual heritage. And even more irrationally, I'm getting frustrated with her. Why can't/won't she do this one little thing that would assure me she's developing normally?

(And yes, I'm talking out my panic here in hopes of keeping it from getting out of hand.)

I just set in motion the process to get a free developmental assessment for Annabel.

How's Dylan feel about this? Does he feel like it's necessary or is he just doing it to calm you down?

I hope the assessment puts your mind at ease, Susan.

All the rants have been awesome. That poor woman, trapped in her tiny little mind.

I am having a Coke zero. it's good. I'm not sure if it tastes any different from Diet Coke or not. It's got a little less sodium, that's something, I guess.

(edited because, ful /=esome, who knew?)