Thank you thank you thank you :)

I worked Thursday, and was too wiped to do much. Same for Friday -- didn't even get online at all yesterday. But! I thought about y'all and hoped that everyone had a good thanksgiving.

Thank you to everyone who gave me birthday shout-outs and emails :) I really appreciated it. Thank you to poetdiva28, darkseaglass and aynslee for the lovely cards, to mkitty3 for the fabulous J2 manip, and to rivers_bend for the most awesome gift ever: a Sam/Dean story written just for me, and printed out and BOUND INTO A ZINE. *happy sigh*

Thank yous also to wendy, thehighwaywoman, munibunny, kimannebb, tvm, benitle, agt_spooky, leighm, brighton_girl, nu_breed, ms_manna, verabell, mkitty, roseganymede, poisontaster and rejeneration for the v-gifts. Y'all ROCK :)

I also got a phonecall from pierson, all the way from Sweden, and that was all kinds of awesome.

I really hope I didn't miss anyone. You guys are so awesome, and of all the things I'm thankful for (having a good place to live, enough food, a job, family that loves me even when they drive me nuts, my son), one of the things I am most thankful for is my friends. You all make my life so full, so wonderful. *hugs to each and every one of you*


*Also, if anyone could tell me how to get that stupid "please go to lj_design and leave feedback and comments about the new design" banner off my profile page? I would be FOREVER in your debt.

well and truly pissed off

Matthew wanted Avery to come over and play this afternoon, and I said yes, with the condition that they play upstairs. Then they came and asked if Avery could stay the night, and after some consideration I said yes, but they would have to make do with what we had in the house + pizza delivery, because I wasn't going to go out tonight. No problem, they said, we'll stay upstairs, too, out of your hair and you can watch TV downstairs.

At 9:25 I decided I'd watched all the "Forensic Files" I was in the mood for, and snagged another slice of pizza and a bottle of water to come upstairs, ready to surrender the living room.

They were IN MY BEDROOM, with their shit spread ALL AROUND.

MY BEDROOM.

I was so pissed off I was shaking. Still am, actually. Pissed off. I don't think I'm still shaking. I made them clean it up on the spot and then we took Avery home. And Matthew just doesn't get why I'm angry. "You've let us play in here before", he says. And yes, I have. But the few occasions have been when I *offered*, or he asked permission. It's not so much that they were in my room, as that they were in here without my having any knowledge or having said it was okay. I just. *God*.

Those of you out there who are parents, in particular, parents of tweens and teens... am I overreacting, here? Or would you be equally unhappy -- and do something like cancel the sleepover, as I did?

I'm just feeling kind of violated, here. I have dirty underwear and pajamas laying on my bed, for heaven's sake, and stuff strewn around, because I hadn't gotten around to cleaning up, up here. ARGH.