Nigel and I start making dinner and watching the hockey game (Canucks Game 4 against Chicago. We're up 3-0 in the series). An hour later I get a phone call from Camille: "Is the game even still on? [Insert depressed pause here]". I crack up! "Yeah it's still on, c'mon over and eat some food with us"...
Camille comes over (there is still lots left in the game and dinner wasn't even ready yet) with the source of the meltdown, who is in a fragile state from her efforts. We don't pick her up, and we don't make eye contact once she wakes up from her nap... Turns out Tara's afternoon implosion wasn't near as terrible as watching the Canucks get spanked by Chicago 8-2.
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