Dear God, she's thirteen and it's starting. It's starting.
So now I'm grumpy and she's grumpy and grounded and cursing my name in German which is much more effective than English. She did, in fact, scream that I wasn't her father.
Deirdre's home, she's staying with me for a few days. She's just fine. And Madame Butterfly is no more.
I died again. It was kind of amusing. What is not amusing is having a very sick nephew. Next time I'm rushing down the stairs, I'll probably be…
I told my dad off!!!!! Also, he's in a bit of pain. So now I get to discover why he's stuck here, judging my fashion choices with his eyes.