Have you ever had a “bad hair day?”
This here webpage had to undergo another slight change. I’m going to say it was a bad hair day, among other things. I’m having a bad hair day. This, too, shall pass.
She: “I’m trying to get you what you want.”
Me: “What I want, is for you to get out of my hair. And stay out of it.”
Really, I wrote four thousand words that I’ve had the wisdom to keep to myself, as in no one will ever see them, because other than me getting it out of my system, it was a complete waste of my day and time.
Because if you give a mouse a cookie, it’s going to want a glass of spilled milk.