I'm so sorry, Consuela.

Oof, Emmett. And ugh, that was quite a repulsive combo and what the hell were they doing drinking absinthe as shots?

Seriously, how can you appreciate the louche when it's served straight in a shot glass?

Consuela, I'm so sorry.

I'm out on the patio and the foster kids are playing in the parking lot and they shout "Nigel says you hate kids!".

Oh fuck, yes I do, but jesus christ, you don't tell that shit to the kids. I texted their foster mom saying that wasn't cool, and called the kids over, and told them it wasn't true. They said they knew, and were cool (and I can't help but think how fucked up it is that kids can take abusive talk like that and be down with it) and I asked them to shake hands and told them to go have fun.

Holy crap, foster parent neighbors. Yeah, I don't look to be your foster kids aunt, but please don't make me out to be a monster so they don't ring my doorbell. Teach them basic manners about neighbors and I think we'll be square.

I woke Emmett up to drink a smoothie and take a shower.

Then he went back to bed.

I'm going to get him up in an hour though, so he'll be able to sleep tonight.

Also, he still has to talk to his mom and receive an unpleasant scolding.

When I checked my fanart tumblr this morning (yes, fanart does love carrots, you pay the price of me not having an art community) I had 69 followers. Given, ah, some subject matter, this seemed like an opportunity.

I quickly made a post asking no one to follow or unfollow me until I got my commemoration drawing up, and lo! They did not. I wasn't expecting anything to happen, though--this isn't like last weekend were it was just bubbling over with new people. But as soon as I posted the all clear (and the pr0nz), two people started following me.

If they had paused over the follow link until I said it was okay, that's the most adorable thing in the ever. So now I have to draw them a picture to thank them. Hardship!

NOT.

Julie, there is always the angle of "I don't hate kids, their meat is much more tender. Here, come look at the treats I have for you in my oven, little ones!"

I'm just saying--there are choices here.

Shoot, I make jokes about the spawns of Satan and all, and I can't stand their screaming and their destruction at work, and I loathe cub and boy scouts, the little homophobic assholes of terror, and Eagle Scout potentials, who I would fail on their badges for their lack of leadership sklls, and the enitlted little shits at the local all-girl and all-boy local highschoools. But to say out loud to your ward that someone you and they know hates you to a five and nine-year-old, so not cool. Let me have my negative internal monolgue, don't share that with the hellions. I don't want to be the cause of them becoming more hellacious than they already are.

From an intriguing background picture on a login page, I found 3d printed belts by Francis Bitonti Studio. I had thought that was all metal before, but that's just fucking nifty nonetheless.

Second day of squat challenge accomplished, 50 squats. In ten-skwaat sets. I know it's not much of an accomplishment, but I am proud of myself. No, I'll never stop spelling it that way.

Yay Zenkitty! I am on the same day of the squat challenge. I was convinced by people saying they had less hip pain.