High point of my weekend: Touching and talking to Tom Felton (Draco Malfoy) without being arrested. Him calling my cousin and me "lovelies".

Low point: Being booed by the panel audience when I asked if, with the new generation of Harry Potter fans and film makers, if he could see the franchise getting rebooted.

Also, am aware of irony that if he looked at my profile as I do his, he'd see how often I'm on OKC. Duh.

Ahahaha, I was wondering about this.

Hope things on the Zmayhem front are calmer tonight.

Blogged my ass off about all the stuff I've been doing. Time for bed!

Panel audience, in my considered opinion, are assheads.

Thanks, all, for the continued good vibes. Matilda has a new med, an amoxicillin suspension that's even gooier and gloppier, but (though still gross) is merely disgusting, rather than redolent of Satanic sphincter. And she took her first dose all by herself, albeit tearfully and with much complaining, so that's another total win. Plus, it's only 1 tsp twice a day instead of 2 tsp thrice. I pinky-promised her a Merida doll with a bow and arrow (for the doll, not her) if she makes it through the week without giving up or flipping out, and this seems so far to be highly motivating.

While picking up the new med (available only at one pharmacy, downtown) we also stopped at Old Navy to spend the rest of my birthday gift card on school clothes (scored an excellent Wonder Woman shirt) and a handful of spare change at Ross on a new backpack. She dithered over several princessy and Dora-y ones, then homed in on a black and pink number with "Pretty In Pink" faux-graffiti'd across the front and a skull and crossbones with pink jeweled eye sockets, and cooed, "Ooh, spooky! Jilli would love this one!"

Jilli has mentioned that small kids tend to look at her and think, "Oh, a real live cartoon character!" She's not wrong. Except that Matilda clearly thinks, "Oh, a real live cartoon character and fashion guru!"

Also, completely random report: on walking to the first pharmacy through a residential neighborhood full of condos for sale, I discovered that there is a realtor in San Francisco named Lydia Dietz. At first that seemed like an awfully pedestrian career choice for Lydia, but then it occurred to me that possibly she's made it her life's mission to join quirky and beloved homes with exactly the right owners, and protect those homes from pretentious asshats bent on gutting them, destroying their legacies and pissing off all their ghosts. Or possibly she's just bent on making sure no ghost ever has reason to call on Beetle... that guy, ever again. Actually, kind of a noble mission.

Panel audience, in my considered opinion, are assheads.

And also, in this particular panel, full of panting fangirls.

Jilli has mentioned that small kids tend to look at her and think, "Oh, a real live cartoon character!"

Heh. Apparently Biyi thinks the same thing when looking at me.

As I said before about someone else, she's not wrong.

Heh, so cute. I think this happens to Dave some, too, because kids love him. Babies and toddlers particularly will instantly take to him. I think it's something about the blue sticky-uppy hair and the way he looks completely seriously at them. They will talk and talk to him, all babbly and intent, like, finally someone who is taking me seriously.

(Also, I totally know a real bow I can recommend for Matilda.)

I made the DEADline. With 30 minutes to spare!

...What? 8/12 means by midnight.

And sorry to scare anyone, again, and if you have emailed me, I promise I will email you back tomorrow. I go boom as soon as the kiddo finishes his movie. (Why, yes, we are permissive his last weekend with us.)

Love alla y'all!

The meeting sounds like it went really well. They had dinner and watched the Olympics, and my mom was kind of drugged up on muscle relaxants, and they were friendly and accommodating, and my mom facepalmed a lot, but there was no screaming, and my mom even gave her a side-hug.

They're postponing the wedding, probably till March.

and my mom was kind of drugged up on muscle relaxants

Normally I wouldn't say this...but mebbe your mom should be drugged more?

I am HAPPY, though, it seemed to go well. The potential for disaster seemed pretty high...