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First order o' business: Happy birthday, picklepud! I hope it brings you shiny things, but more importantly, happiness. But really, I'm holding out for both. Plus maybe cake or something? Confetti for sure.
( Yes. )

To honor such a day, I finally remembered to strip Frankie and dunk her hair in boiling water in an attempt to de-bump her hair. I'm hoping the birthday will bestow upon me the powers of hair stylings. The cat is skeptical though.

In other news, I cleaned. Not a lot, but I've found that the last few times I've tackled an area, it's actually stayed clean, or is easily fixed if I just... you know, don't pile crap all over the place. Go figure.

It's a nice change though. Perhaps we'll get photographic evidence of the MH infestation. Or the teal tree and its purple ornaments, or maybe the special ones. Oooh!

But I need a nap. I've slept for three hours in the last... too sleepy to do math. Couldn't sleep earlier. Bed was a mess and Kim Possible was on. Rufus Prime!

you and I walk a fragile line

  "Lila..."
  She took a step backwards. "No. You don't get to say my name like that anymore."
  "What?"
  "Like you care," she spat. "Like I matter to you."

Because it isn't SVH unless someone's a bit melodramatic, y/y?

*resumes figuring out the various pieces of this puzzle*