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Monday, December 24, 2007 Our Holiday Curse, Bad Mood Dude, Familybits

Whiplash. I have fucking whiplash on Christmas Eve.

When I woke up this morning, all the muscles in my neck were screeching, my shoulders were up around my ears, and my head hurt, though not as badly as last night after the roller rink.

Mom thinks I should act my age and stop with the skating this and skating that, and she’s right. I just took Daphne over to Dad’s so I could have a couple of hours to put something warm on it and rest until it’s time to go to Mom’s for dinner. At four. Which should give me about two hours to get my ship in order.

Whiplash. Why am I even typing? That’s it; I’m leaving the computer. But first, the exchange in the car just now:

“Mama, can I sit in the middle seat since my brothers aren’t here?”

“No, Daphne, you need to sit in your car seat. You’re not six years or sixty pounds yet, so the law says you have to ride in your seat.”

“CURSE MY BODY!”

And then she continued muttering, “How dare you?” as she gnawed on her knee.

P.S. The first thing she said this morning was, “Wasn’t last night the greatest?”