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• Me: I want to make pastries!
• Me: What do you think, Amelia? Do you think Mommy can make pastries?
• Amelia: No.

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We took the kids to a work event on Saturday. Every year Santa comes to our college so the kids can see him. Finn, who still believes in Santa (no one can be this anxious about whether or not they are on the "naughty" list can possibly not believe) was delighted. Amelia's opinion of Santa has not changed. He's a terrifyingly giant man who sees you when you're sleeping and knows when you're awake. You are not save from this destructive cryptid, especially in such close proximity. Needless to say, we shall have another picture of Santa where one child is lit up with the spirit and joy and wonder of Christmas and the other is screaming in abject horror.

To complicate matters, the school's mascot has joined the festivities for the first time this year. While Finn was barely fazed, Amelia's nightmare scenario was only worsened by this dancing cat of freakish proportions. At one point I took my clearly overwhelmed 3yo daughter out of the room. She wasn't crying or anything, but she kept hiding against me or my husband so I figured she needed a break.

Sadly the mascot must have felt the same way, as he came out a few minutes after us. After an attempt to be friendly with Amelia that did not go well at all, it exited via the side stairs. After that, whenever anyone went over to use the same set of stairs Amelia would yell to them: "No! There's a tiger down there!"

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I went to the dentist today. It did not go well. I had a crown the fell off and broke (put in by the previous dentist) and needed to be replaced right before Thanksgiving. He had done all the work to it before and I was just back to have the permanent crown put on. Now here's the thing, when he worked on it before, he had numbed me and I couldn't even feel half my face. During the last week or so I kept mistaking the tooth (so I thought) for the tooth behind it, then correcting myself. It wasn't that tooth he worked on, it was the one with the broken crown next to it.

Well, the assistant took the temporary out and I had a moment of "huh?" While she worked on something, I put my finger in my mouth.

They took off the wrong crown.

They were replacing the wrong crown.

I was/am really upset. They promised to do the right one for free (which is the least of what they should do). I am going to look for a new dentist after that. I can't believe that they made this mistake.

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I am officially backing out of the Supernatural fandom and I've stopped watching the show.  The truth is that it really doesn't help with my anxiety/trauma issues (and that's not even mentioning the amount of wank in that fandom).  The truth is I have a lot less issues even with my trauma and h/c of other fandoms (which I'm still treading lightly with).  It's a good decision for me at this time.  I'm afraid it's going to leave to fanfics that I was writing abandoned.  I have reached out to let people know they are up for grabs but I doubt anyone will take them.  I might go back to writing Due South or Stargate Atlantis.  I have a couple of SGA ideas floating around in my head, maybe one will solidify over Christmas break.