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Oh, how I envy Molly Weasley. And her ability to glue children to park benches.

OMGHOWAMIGOINGTOSURVIVETHISDAYWAHWAHWAHHELPMEIMDYINGOFHYPERACTIVECHILDREN

I am clinging to my copious amounts of caffiene and mentally slapping myself every time I start thinking longingly of the ability to put the full Body-Bind on them.

I woke up this morning with one of my OMGHOWCANANYBODYACHETHISMUCH Elephantlandedonme achinesses, which is not helping either. I hate the woman who is being flippy about showing up to work and making me do this. All I wanted to do was curl up in my chair with thousands of chick flicks and DIE, and I might have too, but NO, we couldn't spare me...*groan*


In other news: we just enrolled a new kid who is going to grow up to be Greasy Johnson. Like, seriously, this boy? Will so totally collect tropical fish in a couple of years.

And I think Redheaded Sweetheart is getting the flu. (Yes, I'm going to start coding the people in my life. It seems to work better.)

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So, the arse-kicking fic is up. For the femgenficathon. "Proud of Him", rated G, Molly-centric.

Here.

And I think it came out okay, but I'm still a little worried. So if anybody would like to go and read it and then tell me how to make it better?