This is so beautiful, and glorious, and wonderful, and funny - What To Expect When You’re Expecting A Fortysomething Femme Fatale Badass Who Clearly Didn’t Get her Hair From Either Of Us?” - made me cackle. The Ponds are gloriously fucked up, in their way, and at the same time they so entirely aren't, and this fic is just - it's perfect. Genuinely perfect.