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Apr. 10th, 2020 12:59 pmvia https://ift.tt/39UQ96J
Yesterday evening as we were winding down for the kids to go to bed, Boy looked over at me and said, “Well really it’s just like B is part of the family, isn’t it?”
“It sort of is,” I said, moved.
“I’ve gotten really used to her being there, in the nest on the couch with her computer while we’re in here,” he said.
It was very touching, except a little when I realized what he was angling for, which was that since I’m not a visitor, he gets to be naked while I’m there.
(There’s a family rule about not being naked while visitors are present, which is literally the only thing standing between those children and their full feral potential.) I mean. Fine. Whatever, kid.
My Big Excursion today, starting my car that hasn’t been started in almost two weeks, was driving Dr. Friend to the garage to get his snow tires swapped out. Hilariously, it is snowing rather hard.
The guy at the garage is Not Busy, so he said when we come back to get Dr. Friend’s car, we can just drop mine off and he can do the inspection. Then BFF was like “Oh when we go back to get your car, can we drop mine off and get the seatbelt clicker fixed?”
Well, the mechanic’s wife, who answers the phones, hasn’t been in; I’d been trying to call several days in a row now, so maybe this is the way you get things done.

Yesterday evening as we were winding down for the kids to go to bed, Boy looked over at me and said, “Well really it’s just like B is part of the family, isn’t it?”
“It sort of is,” I said, moved.
“I’ve gotten really used to her being there, in the nest on the couch with her computer while we’re in here,” he said.
It was very touching, except a little when I realized what he was angling for, which was that since I’m not a visitor, he gets to be naked while I’m there.
(There’s a family rule about not being naked while visitors are present, which is literally the only thing standing between those children and their full feral potential.) I mean. Fine. Whatever, kid.
My Big Excursion today, starting my car that hasn’t been started in almost two weeks, was driving Dr. Friend to the garage to get his snow tires swapped out. Hilariously, it is snowing rather hard.
The guy at the garage is Not Busy, so he said when we come back to get Dr. Friend’s car, we can just drop mine off and he can do the inspection. Then BFF was like “Oh when we go back to get your car, can we drop mine off and get the seatbelt clicker fixed?”
Well, the mechanic’s wife, who answers the phones, hasn’t been in; I’d been trying to call several days in a row now, so maybe this is the way you get things done.

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Date: 2020-04-10 05:45 pm (UTC)It's getting a certain amount of pushback right now, so I'm back at boring matter-of-fact repetition "you have to at least wear underpants" like I was two years ago ...