she was cuffed to the truth

is a bit upset with the copier. So, she has unloaded all the boring white paper from the tray, and stuffed a wad of purple paper into it. Then she started pressing buttons. Apparently I am tech support, because she's half on top of the copier, going "mooooomm! Mooooooommaaaaaaa" and complaining in that "paper jam! wtf!" tone that I remember from my working days.

Now she wandered off while I typed, and turned on her brother's stereo. This baby and the tech. WTF?


In other moji news, she has words now. Words like Owl, and Cheese, (although that one has no vowels when she says it.) And she can sign elephant.

And both of them now sing along to "Hallelujah," which brings me to tears.

As for me, my shoulder did that thing it does, so all my right arm is qualified to do now is type and lift food. The pain now, interestingly, shoots down and Around from my shoulder to my ribs into my breast even, instead of at least staying in my damn back. Life with climby baby and little to no right side movement without pain is much badness.

The Man had to work tonight, because of the goddamn annual halloween riot, which they say won't be a riot this year, but well, yeah. But I'm bloody well hoping that the people who park like assholes or lock their drunk asses out of their cars are at a minimum, so the man will get away from State street before the riot hours. I really don't want him still down there towing when the tear gas comes out.