Past that, eh. Smalls wrangled a playdate at her bestie’s house; she should be home shortly. I’m glad that they’re taking these things into their own hands, and wondered aloud to Z as to when all of us adults just sort of shrug rather than assuring each other that their child is welcome. I suspecet it’ll be sooner rather than later, ha ha.
Oh yeah, and stupid headache is stupid. I should probably take something for that. I keep forgetting until it randomly stabs ’cause Smaller is sitting next to me playing Minecraft, and egging me on to play for her edification as well. *gets stabbed again* Thanks thanks, on it.