...the child asks you to pick out her nightly bedtime story, and you wonder aloud if she has one called The Girl Whose Parents Sold Her to the Circus.
I don't know if it's because I'm coming down with a cold (my second in less than a month, what is up with that?! I didn't get sick this much when I worked for a living) or what. But today? Kind of drove me nuts. I think it's just because she's three and she's testing her limits (and my breaking point). I love her, but ugh.
In other news, the job hunt still goes poorly. Can I just get people to give me money for doing nothing? No? Oh, come on. Paris Hilton and a whole slew of Kardashians made a kajillion dollars by doing nothing.
Also: My cough drops have inspirational messages printed on them. I find this a little unsettling, somehow. They're like inside-out fortune cookies. Like this one says, Put your game face on. And, You can do it and you know it. And Go for it. Which totally reminds me of those classic SNL Celebrity Jeopardy sketches - "You answered go and you wagered for it. Go for it. You certainly did."
Even better: Get through it. Why don't you get through it, moron? And: Let's hear your battle cry. Right now it'd be more of a nasally whine with a cough in the middle.
In short: I think I see what the Halls people are doing, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Which is a good thing.
I am cracking myself up by doing the old fortune cookie "in bed" game. Go for it in bed. Let's hear your battle cry in bed. Get through it in bed. Hi, my name's Kris. I am 32 going on 12.
I should go, I promised Ben I would be crafty or something. I wouldn't mind, normally, but whatever this is I'm coming down with has sapped me of my creativity.
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