Apparently, evil doesn't lead to me because I am usually the said evil.
I thought that since I was working so hard on not freaking out and yelling at people, I would have less adventures and spend more time hanging out listening to enya, doing yoga, and playing tag with bunnies and unicorns.
Turns out, I am so evil that it is going to be a long road to the unicorn playground. Oh, and the road will be lined with the foul stench of rotting build-a-bear customers.
You might be saying "eh?" at this point.
Turns out that the evil line jumping Portage Mom from the Build-a-Bear Workshop fiasco's son is in the same swim class with Cy.
The first 2 weeks I didn't recognize her. I also am pretty used to other Mom's not sitting by or talking to me. But it was weird that the short haired one was pointing, and not in a nice way like 'hey, I have that shirt too,' or 'cool glasses.' No, it was a point of hate.
Which is cool because she would never have a shirt like me because of her general dumpy bad fashion, and I know I have cool glasses. Also, she's the crazy line jumping evil mom from the Build-a-Bear fiasco, and she's lucky I have turned a new leaf and won't be kicking her...wait, feeling anger, must think happy thoughts...bunnies!