Teh lazies, I haz em...

Cookies. Breakfast of champions.

Had loads I wanted to share, but I'm too lazy to type it out. So here, have a dancing Pea instead:

I hate other people.

At least some of them. Especially people who can't be bothered to teach their kids basic manners.

Today I was called 'fattie' and 'hippo' by a kid no more than 8 years old, with no hint of remorse or even the smallest idea of it being offensive. I tried to laugh it off, but I still seethed all the way home.

Also, since Pea loves sandboxes so much, I bought him some simple sand-toys. A bucket with a few shovels and rakes in it. Nothing fancy or expensive. We've brought it to the nearest sandbox a few times and it's no more than a stone-toss away. So I thought it would be safe to leave the toys in the sandbox and come collect them the next time Pea was asleep. I expected them to be scattered somewhat, but I wouldn't mind that. What I do mind is having the whole lot stolen. Only the bucket remained and its handle was torn off. *grumble*

I'm starting to hate this neighbourhood.

Fanfic quote of the day.

"I think he likes Garak spying on him..." Miles O'Brien finally chimed in from underneath a console.

"Is that you, Chief?" Julian asked, surprised that there was someone else listening in. "What? Is everyone spying on me, now?"

"I think he does, too," Jadzia agreed, exchanging a knowing smile with Miles as he gathered up his equipment.

From Leave Me Be, Mr. Garak by Jo Z. Pierce.