I, Mindy, do take David--GARY!!

Hey, kids! Shut up a little bit!

Well, it would appear that I didn't write anything yesterday. We did more fucken laundry and watched "The Ref" and home movies from Christmas 1985 and 87. Bad fucking idea. If anybody knows a better way to depress yourself than seeing me as an adorable blonde 2-year old, Grandma actually being coherent, Betsy being a total phony bitch, Dad being the same as he is now, Ma having a different voice and being a completely different person, and Grandpa being alive, I would really hate to know what that reason is.

OMFG

This morning Murgeon was playing with my formerly Syaoran/currently Gackt stupid doll thing on the floor and when he left, Ma gave him another toy to play with, a little stuffed vet plushie thing filled with catnip. She was telling me how he was trying to rip the vet's legs off, and I was just like, "aww."

THEN a minute or two ago, she picked up the vet plushie and said, "Hey, this kinda looks like Charles!"

I was like, "WTF?!? Lemme see!!!"

( And then, I put on a little play right here at the desk. )