Day 24: Subject is slowly morphing into a Troll Person.

Some days the urge to take up residence under a bridge and harass all the passing goats just really rises up and overwhelms me.

Behold, the local troll at rest.

Crikey!  She's spotted us.

The troll subsides... for now.

Okay, so, seriously.  Elliot had another rotten day, it's doing some bizarre combination of raining and hailing outside at the moment, and it took about two and a half hours to drag both children through their homework.  Someone call me when happy hour starts.

Stick a fork in me.

I'm done.