BP is screaming, yelling, whining, and otherwise being a pain in the ass. At one point she even insisted that no one sit near her, no one help her get dressed (which, thank you, she's doing on her own now - *le sigh*) and has taken to waving us away.
Maggie: Avery, you're being very mean today.
Avery: NO!! I NOT MEAN!! I CABBY!!
Yes folks, she's now asserting that she's crabby.
Now, Maggie has just collapsed on my bed, and with bemused resignation informs me that "That little heifer just slammed a door in my face."
Who wants to set up the pay-pal account for our bail money? Or hers, depending on the situation?