I just got mistaken for someone else. I am a speshul snowflake, dammit, and that must not happen. I mean, unless it's family or that one chick from university.
I suspect he's mistaking me for the chick whose name sounds like mine, but for him to approach me in person means he asked someone who she was, and they told him the wrong chick.
Hmm. I guess I would be more irritated if I were her. Still, people, stop it.
Man, the urge to Pooh Case is strong.
Come over to the Pooh Case Side, ita; our Cookies are Capitalised.
our Cookies are Capitalised.
Oooh, yes. Can I come, too? I'm having a Day. With a Headache.
(And boy howdy do I know about misguided pseudoscientific diets. I used to babysit for a woman who presented me with a mile-long list of things her daughter was "allergic" to, but every single symptom was along the lines of "Jane will be hyperactive tonight because last week I let her try some yogurt and she's allergic to dairy." No lady, Jane will be hyperactive tonight because she has ADHD and instead of taking her to a doctor you've put her on this crazy restricted diet PULLED OUT OF YOUR ASS.)
Jessica, this is my MiL with my SiL. Seriously--a whole list of "allergies" and the kid NEVER went to an allergist.
{{Amy}}
The Actual Cookies that I am eating right now are vegan but not gluten-free.
In good news, Lee just texted that everything went well and she's on her way home. She does not, however, glow in the dark. Sad.
Thanks for passing on the news, Amy!
Yay! Maybe the superpowers will show up tomorrow.
She does not, however, glow in the dark.
Damn. I bet she doesn't have webshooters in her wrists either.
(JUST KIDDING LEE VERY GLAD YOU OKAY)
(SORTA KIDDING)
(BUT THE WEBSHOOTERS WLD BE COOL ANYWAY)