Sweet's sleep is getting *worse*, not better, so my brain is not at full functioning power today. Please bear with me.
Due to popular acclaim, the Style Award goes to Junior Whining Pixie, Liz's very own son, MM, for his genius haiku.
Cluesticks to ex-es who hit girls and smaller ones for ex-es with poor time management skills (mortgage broker, smortgage broker).
Hugs to all pixies suffering from hospital PTSD, hospital gift shops with no get well soon cards (this is still boggling my mind), unbloggable whining that requires ALL CAPS, teenagers, work crises, expensive trips, children that act nicely out of the house, the pain meds/constipation endless circle, etc.
Nights off and cloning potions to everyone, and compliments to Miranda for that innovation.
Like I said, brain is not fully functioning. See you next week at the Whiners' Ball.