...sigh...

Oh, I was so excited about tonite. I left work early, so I could be sure to get the girl in good time, and we could have a nice little all-girls supper (the man is away), then we could go to the Knitting Guild for a little while, to see all the knitters, and maybe enjoy some snacks.

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Sadly (and I do mean sad), the scheduled plans were totally trashed by the arrival of Screamerella VonScreamenhowl, the Baroness of WAAAAAAAAAAGHHIIIIIAAAAAUUUU.

(The Baroness on a recent holiday to Hawaii. She hates the sun, loathes sand, and detests fun-loving family members.)

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The Baroness was not appeased by a supper of cheddar bunnies (favorite meal), 2nd helpings of juice, tylenol, Sesame Street, books, or trying to talk with her daddy on the phone.

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After a couple solid hours of trying to a) keep my chin up b) keep calm & c) keep focused, I gave up. I eroded. I lost my shit, howled at the moon, then briefly burst into tears. Yes, the Dowager Baroness of WAAAAAAAAAAGHHIIIIIAAAAAUUUU stopped by.

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So I made the executive decision to give up on the guild for tonite. We had a snug, I threw on my sweats, and we headed downstairs to the couch.

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Except that now, NOW, the small Baroness wanted to go, GO MOMMY! And I burst into tears again. I could not face changing out of my sweats. I couldn't even think up a fun, close errand to go to.

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So the Baroness protested that for a while. She eventually came around, and we sat & snuggled & watched So You Think You Can Dance & talked about who are those? What is that?

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We got through the last two hours of the evening with only about a quarter of the time spent screaming. I'm looking at it as a success.

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She's got three of her four canines cut through. I'm hormonal as anything. The man is out of town. I missed the knitters & the snacks & the chance to show my girl off.

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At least I know my brakes work, right?