Humbug.
My bollocks are driving me absolutely mad. Due to Christmas ejaculating all over the house thanks to Potter and his holiday fetish I foolishly allow to go unchecked each year, there was an abundance of mistletoe laying about. I had the ingenious idea to tie a sprig around my bits to tease Potter, and now I look like some sort of pervert who can't resist groping and scratching himself constantly throughout the day.
Add to the mix my prior promise to bring the rapscallions at Widdleton to Hogsmeade this weekend to enjoy a spot of shopping and sledding in the fresh snow, and . . .well. I spent most of today wanting to kill myself. And Potter. And everyone else I came into contact with. And the bloody Emersons, who are still debating whether to snatch Clara, Dora or Agnes out from under our noses, though they seem to be leaning toward the younger girls. The woman's had enough miscarriages that any of the three would be more or less the same age as one of their unsuccessful attempts, which is a constant reminder that it isn't fair to hate the sorry pair---not that it stops me entirely, of course. I've got to bite my tongue to keep from telling them she would be rescuing a far needier child if she visited our less fortunate counterpart institution.
Add to the mix my prior promise to bring the rapscallions at Widdleton to Hogsmeade this weekend to enjoy a spot of shopping and sledding in the fresh snow, and . . .well. I spent most of today wanting to kill myself. And Potter. And everyone else I came into contact with. And the bloody Emersons, who are still debating whether to snatch Clara, Dora or Agnes out from under our noses, though they seem to be leaning toward the younger girls. The woman's had enough miscarriages that any of the three would be more or less the same age as one of their unsuccessful attempts, which is a constant reminder that it isn't fair to hate the sorry pair---not that it stops me entirely, of course. I've got to bite my tongue to keep from telling them she would be rescuing a far needier child if she visited our less fortunate counterpart institution.