Aside from the cat vomit, no 'net, and 'wtf LJ stop being a bitch' moments, sounds like you took this day down. *Has horrible urge to add '... to funky town'*
Killed three spiders.
That's the worst thing about being alone, I think. You have to kill the spiders. And check out any creepy sounds all on your own. At night. *Shudders*
All told, she only cried once today, she's done all of her homework and some extra reading beside, she's eaten marginally healthy, and I got her to order her own food at the restaurant, so I think that's me for the win.
You for the win, indeed! I consider it a job well done if I can get three meals into her without anything being shoved up her nose or stuck under her plate, keep her clothing on her for at least 20 of every 24 hours, and stop her from tossing her dolls out the window to see if they'll fly.
Thankfully, they were only really little spiders. Just around quarter-ish size. So not bad. They made no noise when I killed them, which is always a plus. I had to check out creepy noises, and the entire house after we got back and it was night-time (why Sarah freaks out about there being people in our house when it's just here and me, and not when there's a parent involved, I do not understand), but that doesn't really bother me. I'd be the person in the horror movie going, "Well, we really shouldn't investigate that creepy noise, but since no one else is stupid enough to walk down a freakishly dark corridor, I WILL! WHEE!"
Three meals, check! Nasal passages clear, check! No food stuck under her plate, check! (Since I've done dishes and cleared off the counter.) Clothing on, check! Dolls in the house, che--oh. Hm. Did I leave that one in the car? No, we went back and got it. So. Where was--right. CHECK!
Well then, it's official. You win at life. I applaud you, sweetie. *Applauds to prove point*
I'd be the person in the horror movie going, "Well, we really shouldn't investigate that creepy noise, but since no one else is stupid enough to walk down a freakishly dark corridor, I WILL! WHEE!"
I'd be the sarcastic one making points like, "Oh, yeah, a dark, scary corridor with a loud banging noise at the end... let's just hurry and check that out. No way is that death waiting to happen." And, of course, I'd be the one killed first. Those types always are. The ones that check out the spooky noises usually survive the first slaughter then get killed off third or fourth, depending on group size.
So, your chances of survival in a horror flick situation far outweigh my own. Go you.
So, your chances of survival in a horror flick situation far outweigh my own. Go you.
I like to think I'd survive. Out of all of my friends, I think I'd be the one most likely to come out the other end. Er, alive. Because I'm just mean enough to go after the killer.
Although not all kids are hard to deal with, some are kinda of cool. But those are few and far between. Most I want to smoosh. Esp the teenagers who wear waaay too much make up and act all teeny-bopperish.
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Killed three spiders.
That's the worst thing about being alone, I think. You have to kill the spiders. And check out any creepy sounds all on your own. At night. *Shudders*
All told, she only cried once today, she's done all of her homework and some extra reading beside, she's eaten marginally healthy, and I got her to order her own food at the restaurant, so I think that's me for the win.
You for the win, indeed! I consider it a job well done if I can get three meals into her without anything being shoved up her nose or stuck under her plate, keep her clothing on her for at least 20 of every 24 hours, and stop her from tossing her dolls out the window to see if they'll fly.
You go, girl.
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Three meals, check! Nasal passages clear, check! No food stuck under her plate, check! (Since I've done dishes and cleared off the counter.) Clothing on, check! Dolls in the house, che--oh. Hm. Did I leave that one in the car? No, we went back and got it. So. Where was--right. CHECK!
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I'd be the person in the horror movie going, "Well, we really shouldn't investigate that creepy noise, but since no one else is stupid enough to walk down a freakishly dark corridor, I WILL! WHEE!"
I'd be the sarcastic one making points like, "Oh, yeah, a dark, scary corridor with a loud banging noise at the end... let's just hurry and check that out. No way is that death waiting to happen." And, of course, I'd be the one killed first. Those types always are. The ones that check out the spooky noises usually survive the first slaughter then get killed off third or fourth, depending on group size.
So, your chances of survival in a horror flick situation far outweigh my own. Go you.
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So, your chances of survival in a horror flick situation far outweigh my own. Go you.
I like to think I'd survive. Out of all of my friends, I think I'd be the one most likely to come out the other end. Er, alive. Because I'm just mean enough to go after the killer.
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Although not all kids are hard to deal with, some are kinda of cool. But those are few and far between. Most I want to smoosh. Esp the teenagers who wear waaay too much make up and act all teeny-bopperish.
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I really don't think I'm built to handle kids either, my patience is the most remarkeably short fuse ever.
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