A stormy mawnin in the household. The offspring was the eye of the storm. She was in an okay mood initially, but that rapidly went downhill -- I think she felt that her constitutional right to sloth in front of the TV had been abridged by everyone getting up late. She bolted breakfast and went downstairs -- just as well, as we discussed possibilities for arm surgery; I think she would have been grossed out -- but then she was offended when we reminded her that she had to go next door to feed the cat in the neighbor's absence, and then even more when we were obviously irate upon learning that she'd lost the neighbor's key. Which she insisted was not in her cluttered room, and, as it turned out, she was right.
Sigh.
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