Cry Me a River

Justice is upset this week.

She's been upset since Monday, or thereabouts.

September 27th is our (Lil and I) wedding anniversary, but due to mitigating circumstances, and number of prescheduled and promised events, and some whatnot thrown in for spice, we opted out of celebrating it. We did exchange gifts.

I got a wok.

Lil got Pride and Prejudice (with Colin Firth, that she loves) Dirty Dancing (with Patrick Swayze, that she doesn't love).

Remember, nobody puts Baby in a corner!

Anyways, we opted out of actually doing anything until this weekend, when we head out of town, and Justice can't come.

She's quite put out by this, and stated, unequivocally, that we never take her anywhere.

Nevermind that fact that when she's not at school she must be watched by one of us or an approved Lifescanned individual. We can't even leave the state with her without a court order.

I'm not making that up.

Last week, alone, we went up to Oak Glen where they are famous for their apples, apple cider, apple dumplings, apple wars, and the dreaded Apple Monster of Doom.

That part I'm making up.

Anyhow, what's great about this latest fit of hers is that it has taken the form of minor pouting, but with general acceptance and very little in behavior issues.

Perhaps she's growing up too!