Must be the day for it. Em got up by herself for no reason and came downstairs. I told her to go potty.
Two minutes later I hear "Daaaaaadddyyyyy!!"
Sho' nuff, she's standing in a river of pee having come this close to making it onto the potty.
I felt so bad for her. She was crying, saying "I sorry, Daddy" over and over until I assured her it was okay, I wasn't mad at her.
Then she got cleaned up and went back to sleep with Aimee. I got to let the dog out.
Oh, my god, how is it not even 10 yet?
passes Dana a cocktail through the internets
Here. I've found that copious drinking early in the morning makes the day go by much faster.
Oh, my god, how is it not even 10 yet?
Because the universe knows I had to go to bed before Torchwood finished ahemming last night, so it doesn't want me to ever go home and watch it, that's why.
I've found that copious drinking early in the morning makes the day go by much faster.
And yet, you yell at me for my four-martini breakfasts.
Dang. I'm going to have to ahem it, aren't I?
I have no discipline.
TORCHWOOD.
That does make me feel better.
partly because it took FOUR DAMN e-mail exchanges for her to fucking TELL ME what the ACTUAL PROBLEM was.
::passes shrift a hacksaw and some lye::
That does make me feel better.
I'll just be over here, pining for Ianto.