Palazzo pants are great, but I'm always worried they make me look even fatter than I am.

I've had that worry, but blue jeans make me look like an old-fashioned champagne glass, a round bowl on a thin stem, with added "my legs are sausages" effect. I'll take comfort, thanks.

I was a good girl and walked to the garage rather than wait for a ride. Along with my timing belt and other sundries they discovered I needed new brake pads and rotors. And that the reason why my muffler is still rattling us because the last mechanic never touched my muffler and the missing swing bar they replaced was something else completely. Not that I was gonna go back to them, but I went in complaining of my muffler rattling and they implied that's what the swing bar was for, so I was annoyed to find it still rattling.

Yeah, add cranky sick toddler to hangry and that is a bad combination for real. Poor thing.

Now I want melty cheese.

I was trying to make cauliflower "rice" but apparently the magic bullet blender thing is not a workable substitute for a food processor.

Editrix is indeed a word.

I have melty cheese! Pete made cheese on toast for lunch.

I also have an appointment to see my doctor, as I'm pretty sure my three-day sinus migraine is because of a sinus infection.

YAY AMY WITH THE EDITING!

Poor flea!family baby.

Whatever happened with the house, flea?

Email I'm not sending: I'm not sure why you think I'm your assistant, jackass. I'm not anyone's assistant, and if I were, I would not be yours.

We are negotiating about price on our house after inspection. Should be finalized by Thursday. I think. I think it's going to go through. We had all kinds of shenanigans, including it snowing on the day they were supposed to inspect the roof (hint: if the roof has snow on it, they cannot inspect it. Especially if it is slate which cannot be walked on.)

I could have easily managed with half the grilled cheese, ftr. It'll be good for dinner. And I think I will save my cupcake for tomorrow.

Negotiation~ma, flea!