Ah tantrums. Em had a doozy of one this morning. Fall seems to have just run into the state and sat down to stay. No gradual dip in temp - just "HI! I'M HERE! IT'S COLD AND RAINY!" So we had to get out the Dreaded Pants this morning. I'm not a fan of forcing anyone to wear something they don't like, but she has no clean dresses and she has no tights. These are things we have to shop for. Screaming, yelling, kicking, wriggling, "PANTS ARE NOT FOR GIRLS THEY ARE FOR BOYS! I AM NOT A BOY I WANT TO BE A GIRL!"

I finally took over to give Joe a break and convinced her to wear them because they have foxes on the pants and the shirt like Tod, in The Fox and the Hound.

Must. Buy. Dresses and Tights.

Of course, the real reason he's been sacked is that he's seen as a Thaksin stooge, and the PAD have been demonstrating like crazy (and making some fairly unlikely demands).

Right -- but using the cooking show to bring him down just makes me laugh.

Oh, Em. She needs to learn to say what she means, which is "WHILE PANTS ARE A PERFECTLY VALID LIFESTYLE CHOICE THEY DO NOT APPEAL TO MY SELF IMAGE AT THE MOMENT AS I WISH TO LOOK LIKE MY SOCIETALLY INFLUENCED IDEA OF A PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS!"

Ahem. Please god keep me awake. I don't know how I'm going to make it through the day. Off I go!

What I wouldn't have given to be able to wear pants growing up. I realize that "There was a day when some little girls had to wear dresses to school every day, and they wished they could wear pants" will have absolutely no effect on Em.

Liv's in a stage where she only wants character clothes--Spider-Man, Spongebob or Dora. At this point, I'm lucky to get her out of her pajamas.

"There was a day when some little girls had to wear dresses to school every day, and they wished they could wear pants"

Bwahahahahahahaha!

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BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

t /twelve

(because in my language, that's just hilariously kinky.)

((sj)) I hate that feeling, and I can empathize since I moved here without my sense of direction. My suggestion is that you look into a GPS - mine has given me a safety net when I'm driving someplace new and can't stop to look at a map (if I have one - my DH has an annoying habit of taking them out of the car so he can study them). We were able to find an older model that works just fine and talks to me for around $100.

Thanks. I really do need to get one. I was born without any sense of direction.

I'm sorry that I was so whiny and mememe yesterday.

Poor buffista parents with their stubborn stubborn children. Both TCG and I are terribly stubborn; so, I have very little doubt we're going to end up with a stubborn child some day.

Some sort of good news yesterday. TCG found out that the only reason he didn't get a second interview for the job he applied for was because they cannot afford to pay him anywhere near his current salary.

Timelies, all.

{{{Seany}}} Hell ducks. With fangs.

I feel like poop on a soggy cracker today. Third week of school and my co-teacher and I are both sick. What the hell? I went to bed at 8:30 last night and slept most of the night and I still feel like I've been run over.

We have this one sj, and it's worked great so far: [link]

Sorry you feel all blech and blerg, ChiKat. I hope your day gets better.