Aimée, SLANDER.

So do we think those are just cleverly-modified Altoids tins? Because if so, I sense a project coming on

My iPod won't fit into an Altoid tin.

I need to trim my nails.

And I forgot my prophylactic migraine medication (no, now's not the time for a "Not tonight, dear--I have a headache." joke. It never is) at home, after carefully refilling the travel pill bottle. Which is now on my kitchen counter. So no lunch meds for me. Fuck it. I'm leaving after my last meeting then. It's only an hour, but it's better than nothing. I just have to not let my irritation trigger a headache.

Aimée, SLANDER.

Sue me.

I hope you like furniture from Ikea.

Aimée, SLANDER.

I do not think that word means what you think it means.

Sue me.

I'ma hire Perkins right now.

I hope you like furniture from Ikea.

As long as I don't have to go to Ikea for it.

Dammit, I'm fixating on this nail.

I do not think that word means what you think it means.

Okay, I'm not hiring her.

And I'm changing the charges to libel.

As long as I don't have to go to Ikea for it.

Might as well - just as far of a drive for you.

Besides, the judge might give you THE BABY.

And she cries.

And headbutts.

And if you head butt her back, you go to jail.

Might as well - just as far of a drive for you.

Fewer people, though, right?

And if you head butt her back, you go to jail.

What if I just teach her new headbutting targets? Like the groin?

You could try, but she'll practice on you first.

continues icing eye

chikat -- if I had a car, I would.

You could try, but she'll practice on you first.

I'm willing to take a couple lumps in order to raise the fighting force for the next revolution.

Well, maybe the next revolution is a little too early. Two or three revolutions from now, though, I'll be totally set.