|Pursed lips, clenched jaw: tell-tale signs|
|Fake smile: An improvement, but not quite out of it|
She started it in Disney World, after my monumental Splash Mountain Meltdown:
|So annoyed. I just can't help it.|
(DISCLAIMER: The rest of this post is basically a list of posts from the past year about My Director. If I tricked you into reading this far, please take a moment and check out one or two of the posts that you may have missed. Or re-read one. I'll be posting lists like these throughout the summer.)
so I wrote "That Thing You Do." for her.
read the infamous "Shooter Dog" post.
In honor of her birthday last week, I told the story of the first time I opened up and shared some real feelings with her, and the underwhelming response she gave me: Click to read "You're My Best Friend".
this amazing guest post called "Does Daddy Know Less?" for me in honor of my birthday last year.
Enjoy "Freaky Friday."
And in case you missed the post that explains why I call her "My Director," click here.