Aimee, in Bitches, on living with the princess:

While priming the dining room last night, Joe accidentally stepped on Em's dinosaur and smashed it to bits. He valiantly tried to get it into the garbage before she noticed.

Not so much.

For the next half hour, we were treated to a barrage of, "You broke my dinosaur! HEY! You broke my dinosaur! You broke my dinosaur!"

Finally I snapped and said, "Em. Daddy said he was sorry. We will get you a new dinosaur. That dinosaur is dead. Everything dies. Get over it." (I was verry tired and cranky.)

Joe says, "You're using a broken dinosaur to teach her about death? I thought we'd wait for a hamster or a goldfish."

"You want to listen to a half-hour of 'You broke my goldfish'?" I ask him.

He's about to respond when Em bursts back into the room.

"YOU BROKE MY GOLDFISH!! HEY! YOU BROKE MY GOLDFISH!!"

Zenkitty's social commentary on the above incident:

Poor Em's dinosaur. Such an ignoble demise. Crushed under the heel of the patriarchy.

shrift in Natter:

The work fairy just came by and took a crap on my desk.

In Natter:

Lee:

I'm probably too old to build a pillow fort and hang a sign on it telling people to go away, aren't I?

Sparky1:

Yes.

You should build your fort out of bricks, and tie your sign to rocks that you lob at those who dare approach.

Hil R.: I should probably be doing something more productive than reading fanfic and eating an apple and string cheese.

(though really? that could well nigh be any of us)

In Music:

Jon B.: My brother has this idea that I'll like anything that's "wacky".

Polter-Cow: You do wear silver clothing and create music by moving your hands in the air.

On television.

Jon B.: What? I can't have layers?

In Natter:

Dana: Still Monday. Still morning. Not happy.

Jars: Drown it in coffee until it dies.

Toddson in Bitches:

And, for cross dressers of the world, please try to use some taste in choosing your clothing! something that fits, is clean, and doesn't allow me to check out your gender on the escalator would be appreciated!

Jessica, in Natter, on the fashion challenges of blue hair:

I can't do very much "color with color" with my hair without looking like I got dressed out of a bag of skittles. Black & grey are my friends.

Because I meant to post this earlier...

Laga, in Bitches, context free:

I'd happily schlep my clothes to the laundromat if I could get laid on a regular basis.