I'm off for a few days FMLA while the kids are out of school for Christmas break. I hope they don't try to make an issue of it. After all, I showed up every day I was supposed to during the Christmas rush, including yesterday and Christmas Eve. Meanwhile, Rob called off yesterday last minute and was off through Christmas because of some trip to Kentucky, according to Kevin. He's the guy he texts when he goes on vacation now that I changed my number all those years ago. The day after Christmas, I started to get a bit of sinus pain. This happens every year, like I wear myself out the whole month of December, then my body decides it's okay to be sick when it's all over. Today was the first day I woke up feeling 100%.
Something hilarious happened today. Mostly, people block my ass for the twincest antics. Yesterday, I put up a goof post about that other thing I'm into, just because it was presented funny. Anybody clicking that link not knowing what they were looking at would see a ship between a guy (or woman) and a gigantic centipede. It's weird, for sure. Anyway, it must have weirded enough people out that I might be known for it as much as the blankshipping nonsense. -So this morning I saw a call-out post on the submas tag specifically directed at me, and because of it, I was caught in a lengthy exchange all day. At the third reply, I ducked out to take Gretchen to Bionics to get her leg braces adjusted. We dipped in at Wal-Mart for after Christmas clearance, then go Chick-Fil-a as a treat for lunch. When we got back, I left an appropriate trolling reply to a rude ask, probably from the same person as the call-out post. The windows guy was just putting the last window in. He has to come one last time tomorrow to put trim on the outside, plus clean up the foam insulation and try and work the one tight window smoother. I took a picture of a new window and old window side-by-side.
There's less window pane to see through, but the frames are sturdier, and the glass is refreshingly clear. I'm happy. An inspector from the contractor came by to look at the windows later and said he did a good job. Just before two, I brought the kids plus their friend Maci to Oak Hill to go sledding. The warmer weather we had melted most of the snow, but there was still a lot on the shadier part of the hill. We were there for almost two hours. When we first got there, I thought about that 'constructive criticism' about how my pacing was bad, and sitting alone in the van, I started busting up laughing so badly I was kicking my feet on the floor and getting to snot. -Bad pacing, of course! I'd bring up interesting things that people would want to read, but then drag on about stupid stuff! I could almost imagine one of the key examples of it, and it was like thirteen chapters in when Emmet had Giratina chaos powers, and all he wanted to do was make stupid portals. Melli was like, "Why don't you make a portal to the beach? -Because then we could go to the beach whenever we wanted!" Instead, Emmet puts a portal in the Galaxy Building, blows a hole in the fucking wall, throws two important men into the distortion world, then chokes Volo, slamming his head into the brick wall until he dies and comes back to life later because he's an immortal demigod. If someone got thirteen chapters in with a furrowed brow going, "Man, this person needs to work on their pacing..." FUCK!! Here I go again! *sigh* It's been a fun 72K word diversion. I'm sad it's almost over. This fandom must be full of authentic autistic people who take everything at face value. I don't do anything out of malice, btw. It's all good fun, and I have a feeling people aren't going to like me no matter what I do, so might as well do what makes this fun for me.
Might have to give up on Purdy. She might have sincerely chosen those other people to keep her. Annika says whenever they go to retrieve her, the other people take off a collar and call her 'Princess' (to which I said...don't call Stinky Stinker McStinkbutt 'Princess' :-P). Anyway, she will stay in for a day, give everybody the slip, then go right back to those people. Here's the last photo I took of her.
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