When Frances first came here I put makeup on for a meeting. She sat on the hamper staring at me like that until I took a clean powder brush and "applied makeup" to her. She then demanded it every day even though I wasn't wearing makeup.
Thanks for the support last night. After a deep sleep I have awoken with at least one bit of clarity: No, of course I'm not goddamn taking a drug that can cause gangrene of the taint and if that pisses you off, I guess you get to be pissed off.
After 3 fraught days, Chiclet pooped out a whole plastic pantyliner wrapper, no problem. I'm sure you know all the signs to watch for and hair is squishy and is probably just going to poop out. They cause so much worry!
