I know I said I wasn't going to use my credit card for a month, but I am a weak, weak woman. I just bought one of these shirts for Niece. It says, "I'm not a princess, I'm a Khaleesi." I don't watch Game of Thrones, but Sister and BIL do. Plus, Sister is always dressing Niece in pink stuff with frills and ruffles. The shirt is pink, but it has a militant message. Pink but stealthily feminist. Hey, at least I didn't buy nail polish. Progress.
Besides, I was driven to it. YMW threw up all over my bed yesterday. Changing the sheets was *just* what I wanted to do after a long day at work. However, it was the first time in over 24 hours that she'd thrown up, which I'm choosing to take as a good sign. She's having anti-nausea meds with every meal and she's actually eating them. I'm sorry for the obsessive reports on the state of YMW's stomach, which must be very boring for everybody except me.
I'm babysitting Saturday, and am apprehensive. Niece is *exhausting*. Also, if I break her, Sister and BIL will never forgive me. It's not like I can pick up an undamaged replacement at Babies 'r' Us.
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legionseagle over on Dreamwidth pointed out that the law school flow chart in my last post actually left out several important boxes.
I overheard the most incredibly transphobic comment on the Skytrain yesterday. I won't repeat it but it had me sputtering indignantly. I was contemplating breaking into the conversation of complete strangers standing next to me when the guy to whom the comment had been made seemed to notice my death glare and drew his conversational partner (the guy who made the comment) away. I didn't feel like following them to the other end of the Skytrain carriage to harangue the guy (although he would've deserved it), so I didn't. Good instincts, but fail on the follow-through. But they were both big guys, so caution kicked in.
Besides, I was driven to it. YMW threw up all over my bed yesterday. Changing the sheets was *just* what I wanted to do after a long day at work. However, it was the first time in over 24 hours that she'd thrown up, which I'm choosing to take as a good sign. She's having anti-nausea meds with every meal and she's actually eating them. I'm sorry for the obsessive reports on the state of YMW's stomach, which must be very boring for everybody except me.
I'm babysitting Saturday, and am apprehensive. Niece is *exhausting*. Also, if I break her, Sister and BIL will never forgive me. It's not like I can pick up an undamaged replacement at Babies 'r' Us.
legionseagle over on Dreamwidth pointed out that the law school flow chart in my last post actually left out several important boxes. I overheard the most incredibly transphobic comment on the Skytrain yesterday. I won't repeat it but it had me sputtering indignantly. I was contemplating breaking into the conversation of complete strangers standing next to me when the guy to whom the comment had been made seemed to notice my death glare and drew his conversational partner (the guy who made the comment) away. I didn't feel like following them to the other end of the Skytrain carriage to harangue the guy (although he would've deserved it), so I didn't. Good instincts, but fail on the follow-through. But they were both big guys, so caution kicked in.
