I still have to snerk at the bride who had her guests release butterflies and his guests release dragonflies. Wedding carnage!

IT'S THE CIIIIRCLE... THE CIIIIRCLE OF LIIIIIFE...

I would be sorely tempted to do that intentionally.

I mean, I don't envy you the conversation but that is a damn good definition.

I finished off the conversation by telling him he was correct. ADULTS do that. He said, "Yeah. I know."

Whew.

Fwump.

Today was very long, and people kept asking me to pull rabbits out of my hat, even though I didn't even manage to dress myself in clothes that matched this morning.

And that statement makes sense in my head, so there.

Hahaha Owen.

Oh, I know, about the mosquitoes. The other night the Biscuit and I were out for our constitutional and they were all over me. One bit my throat! Right where my Adam's apple would be if I were male. Freaking vampire, man. If I start manifesting symptoms, y'all know what happened and I'm trusting you to behead me properly, ok?

We just went through Ben's schedule at the open house. Man, his classes zigzag back and forth and up and down ALL DAY. I will say, though, high school looks better than when I was there. I kind of want to sit in on his history class.

Perkins asked about tv shows we watched this week:

I love me some "Revenge." For me, it was an unexpected delight. "A Gifted Man" tomorrow is also supposed to be really good.

I need talking down.

I am unreasonably ragey at my special needs daughter. I busted my ass to get her to soccer practice on time, including a return trip home when I realized that I didn't have my phone or wallet and picking her brother up. When we got to the park, she carried her soccer ball for a while, then Noah carried it. She dropped it and I was dribbling it in with my foot. And she had a FIT -- wouldn't stop crying or playing even when given multiple balls. Her entire practice she cried and refused to play.

WTF is the point of even busting my ass to go?! When we were leaving, she walked over and picked up her ball, all smiles and walked off.

(I think what's really at the root of this is we were late because I had to spend 20 minutes on the phone with my employer explaining why sending Grace to a school without a nurse isn't tenable.... "But it's district policy." FINE FUCK IT. REOPEN THE FUCKING IEP and I WILL TAKE THE DISTRICT TO DUE PROCESS AND MAKE YOU ENSURE A NURSE IS AT HER SCHOOL. stabby stabby stabby rage)

Oh, Kat. I've been through that. It's just parenting, special needs or not. They all have their own agenda once in a while, and it's incredibly frustrating.

I suggest wine, or chocolate, or screaming into a pillow.

I get why that's all highly aggravating, Kat, but that's not atypical behavior for a kid of her age.

You are not going to get gratitude from them for your extra efforts, nor will they be good sports or good troopers. I mean, sometimes they are, and then Halleluah, but it's mostly a big pile of pouting and wantwantwant and then I Hate That!

They're unreasonable PITAs as a matter of course.

Also, at four? They can be unbelievable assholes. It's part of the development process. My brother lately has commented frequently of Tyler's apparent dual personality. One of which he calls Satan. (At least with Dominic, we could call it Demonic??)

Satan is really really good at invoking the physical version of Demonic.

I've had them in the car with me at full demon. I pity you parents. I knew I could flee them, eventually. And screaming Aunt Sara performed an exorcism via laughter.