The angry chicken has done it again. I want this with enough soul-burning desire to learn how to sew already.
The Diva agrees. She's home today and looking over my shoulder. "I want that," she said. "So do I," I said. "No, I do," she said. "No, I do," she said. You can see how the conversation progressed from there.
The Motrin seems to have kicked in so she's no longer quasi-conscious on the couch and capable of speech. Still, we will be heading to the Dr. at noon, where, hopefully, he will give us some good drugs. Which, frankly, we may not need because the Doodlebops, which keep being teased on the Disney channel, look like a ver, very scary hallucinogenic experience all on their own. Is it just me or are kids' programs getting more and more creepy? Although, now that I think about it, H.R. Pufnstuf was just a tad unnerving as well, but when I was in the target demo, I looooooved it.