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Today was a tough day. I know I say I write to stop time, but this may not be the time I want to stop.

WeeOne. Woke up early and was crying for reasons even she didn’t know, poor baby. I was getting her dressed for speech therapy, putting her shoes on while she sat on my lap, and she Peed. And Peed and Peed through her dress, through her pants and through my pants. Which made her more upset.

And then speech therapy, which, I’ll admit, I thought we’d be done with by now. I think she’s perfect, so what’s the problem? But it seems like we’re never caught up.

And then I spilled coffee on her coat and had to fight her to the car. But also, she got a surprise train set and we played and read books and it was snuggly giggly fun. So, Future Me, this day is now frozen for you. Enjoy it.

Buying A New Car Sucks

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I don’t know if this is just an American thing or what, but car salesmen (it’s always men) and the whole experience of buying a car have really crappy reputations. I just bought a new car, and when I first went out to find it, I thought, maybe the reputation is misgiven. Maybe that’s a bad rumor. Because, really, if I was a car sales person, I would be aware of the reputation and work to give lie to it.

Not the guys I got.

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Here. Have Some Chips

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Doctor Who, S2E3 – School Reunion. Written by Tony Whithouse

At a high school, the principal, Uther Pendragon Mr. Finch, daintily drums his finders together as he descends a stairwell and sees a student outside his office. She has a headache, but she can’t go home because she lives in an orphanage. Mr. Finch offers crappy sympathies: Aww.. You’re alone and unwanted. Then takes her into his office. The door closes, then there is a flap of wings, and the girl screams. (Trivia: Did you know that this dude, Anthony Head was screen tested for the eighth doctor in ’96? Where would Buffy have been?)

The Doctor (under the alias John Smith) and Rose “Not Again” Tyler are already working undercover in the school. (Oh! 21 Jump Street!)

Credits. A long esophagus.

The Doctor is ‘teaching’ physics with great ineptitude and awkwardness. “Right, physics! Physics, eh? Physics, phyyyyyyyysics, physics, physics, physics, physcis. Physics! Hope you’re getting all this down.” Only one student is answering his questions correctly, even the super-high level questions. I loved physics in high school, but that was not me.

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“I’m Going To Go Get… Nothing.”

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Cohiba had knee surgery almost two weeks ago. (He messed up some ligaments working a Jiu Jitsu move he doesn’t normally do.)  He was instructed to fast starting midnight the night before, but his surgery wasn’t scheduled until 2 PM the next day. So he was really really hunger, and bordering on hangry, which is normally me.

I told him I was gonna pick up some coffee right after I dropped him off and he was like, “Gah! Don’t tell me that!”

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