I don't think she's a particularly wonderful person -- ha, no - but I get what you mean about relating to her. It slightly disturbs me that when the rest of my family is shouting abuse at her, I'm thinking that I get her.

Which has absolutely nothing to do with your fic. So, to make it more relevant, [well, a French manicure, actually, though she was tempted by some old red polish] -- I love the little things like that. And your Wilson. That deserves major love.