ita, that's horrible I'm sorry for you and all the other warrior women she inspired- like Buffy and the axe, you know?

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{{vw}} and {{ita}} - both for good measure.

So Em just got into trouble. She kept taking her Cheerios out of her bowl and throwing them on the ground and stomping on them. She got a warning and then got put in her naughty spot. She wouldn't sit in the naughty spot so she got put in her crib. She started jumping in her crib, so she got a swat on the back of her leg. She cried a bit. Then, I went in to get her after she stopped crying. I sat her down, told her what she did wrong and why mommy was upset and asked her to say sorry. She said, "Sorry!" grinned, laughed and then said, "You're funny!"

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She said, "Sorry!" grinned, laughed and then said, "You're funny!"

ded. Eta: (From the cute)

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{{ita}} I'm so sorry.

{{vw}} Sleep is good. Do good.

::is also ded from the cute::

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Finally, I get to feel a strong emotion without it bringing on immediate pain, and it's this one?

This is just so wrong.

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It's also such a sitcom cliche. You know? Main character finds someone they like to hang out with, they hang. Main character introduces the someone to the supporting characters. The someone and the supporting characters get along really well, and by the time main character realizes something has gone horribly wrong, supporting characters can't understand why she's being such a bitch to their new best friend.

BTDT.

The one thing I'm really looking forward to with the return of 80s fashion is the return of wearing black tights with dresses and skirts, because it makes it possible for me to wear dresses and skirts in the fall and winter without freezing.

I'm sorry for your loss, {{{ita}}}.

{{{vw}}} I hope the migraine goes away soon. Do you think it's a post-stress reaction?

Em is adorably evil.

I feel like I did a huge back to school shopping trip today, except it was a new job shopping trip with Teacup Guy. New pants, new shirts, new shoes, a trip to the tailor, a trip to Staples, and then we wrapped up the day with a trip to the market. Tired now.

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ita, I'm so sorry for your loss, especially that you didn't have a chance to know her better. {{{ita}}}

vw and ita, migraines suck. I'm sorry. I, too, would probably avoid the mint. I usually do cola and Aleve. When I can (or really have to), I lie down. If it's monstrously bad, I put an ice pack on the back of my neck, but I try to be judicious about that because apparently they can cause rebound migraines. Ick.

Yep. And no idea what to do about it either.

Me too. Not that it's any help.

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Of course main character usually learns something valuable from the someone and that they weren't that bad after all, so maybe I should just shut my main character mouth.

"Not that bad" does not negate the "annoys me and makes me want to draw my boundaries more obviously and with a Sharpie" feeling for me. I don't care what I learn. I'm the main character in my own life and I am going to damn well flounce out of the scene if I want to. They can just try to Minear me out of my own show.

Of course, I am sure there's a lesson to be learned in that as well. Always is.

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I finally got the 80's fashion links to work for me. I'm seriously fucked. I *barely* had a body to work with those styles in the 80's. Now, NSM. I definitely have the legs to pull off skinny jeans, but the waist--no. I'm even more extremely top heavy than I was back then so I really just look like an orange walking around on toothpicks in skinny jeans.

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There is no way I could have ever wore skinny jeans. Even way back when I was 90 lbs my thighs would not allow it.

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