This thought was brought to you by a phone call from my mother, in which she managed to tell me that working with small children is, “Money for old rope.”
OH JUST FUCK OFF, MOTHER!
(And stop trying to drag my life down into the meaningless morass of passive aggressive misery where you dwell. I’m not playing any more. I’m too busy living.)
Big Girl asks, “When I am 37, will I say that to you?”