This morning I didn't have my phone on and didn't hear the call from school saying Sofia was sick and I needed to get her, so Genevieve had to leave work and come get her. She was livid. Then when she walked in the house I was watching Chelsea Handler documentary and eating chips with cheese dip in the easy chair, crumbs on my shirt. She was disgusted. I felt low. Depressed. So I turned to the big gun, Missy Elliot, "under construction," and danced it through my system. And it worked!