Buttercup has been a little ticked off at me today, and just a moment ago she screamed (with much enthusiasm, mind you), "You're not my mama anymore!"
Without taking my eyes off what I was doing I replied, "Good luck with that..."
She then screamed in a super PMSy way and ran up the stairs.
Some things are just beyond handling or caring about when you're flat out nauseous. I'll deal with Buttercup in about 2 1/2 months.
That is all.
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