Okay, so there's more...

I can't be 100% sure that Fluffy isn't reading my blog.
I am aware of how paranoid that sounds, and I'd have to agree.

Except.
Fluffy's a narcissist.
She has worked to get back at a few people I'm acquainted with.

She isn't a nice or decent person.

So I can't tell you everything that's going on.
I can tell you that her meddling has set things in motion that I hadn't expected, and that they're good things. Best revenge imaginable... her machinations are going to backfire on her.

I can also tell you that while she was between jobs, (which is surprisingly often... the woman hops between jobs like a fuckin' kangaroo on speed)  faithful Ferret Face, her husband, got her an interim job where I work. And hm. What's a word for 'disliked by everyone she encountered'?

Never mind.
Although most of the people who read here have never been exposed to her brand of toxicity, the stuff I've written about her ought to paint a small picture.

And everyone at my office who knows her wishes they didn't know her.

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So do you remember the dollhouse? I bought one on Craigslist not too long after I started working at my current job. I left several doll houses and Polly Pocket dolls at my old job, thinking that it wouldn't be fair to the kids to leave AND to take all the stuff they loved with me.

I left a lot of things. Heard not too long after I left that Fluffy and Fluffy Jr came in and tossed most of it into the trash. Assholes.

But once again I'm wandering away from the topic. The ADD way I write and think and act is firmly ingrained, I'm afraid.

Last week Tracy and Hayden were playing with the dollhouses (I have two, Lyssa gave me a Hello Kitty house, too) and using the dolls that came with the original. There are grandparent dolls in the mix.

Colin wandered over and fished the grandpa doll out of the bin. He sat down on the rug with the younger kids (both Hayden and Tracy are six) and interacted with their characters a bit.

Then, their characters decided it was time to go to bed for the night.
They spent a couple minutes choosing pillows and blankets and put the dolls to sleep.

Colin's grandpa doll sat in the TV room for a minute, then he wandered around outside in the flowers. Then, he started looking into the dollhouse  windows.

Tracy, after observing Grandpa looking in her window, said, "I never thought Grandpa would be creepy. He's an old man!"

Then she said in an affronted tone, "Well! I stand corrected!"