there are also varations that include blackmail and smugglers.

---

Yes, mustn't forget the dreaded Awful Secret! Which would be the blackmail thing, but could also be the "I love you but, but, I just can't...." in which the hero(ine) eventually stumbles upon the truth, declares it is unimportant in the face of True Love, and TLHEA.

Oooooh, oooh, or the Treasure Hunt (ok, so this is so not typical Regency, it's one of my favorite George MacDonald devices from the ones that got "edited" back in the late 80s/early 90s. I never could find any non-edited ones. He's probably like the non-good-parts version of Princess Bride, anyway. In which indebted, impoverished laird re-thinks ancient family legends, searches for the mysterious hidden chamber, and finds wealth beyond his wildest dreams. Or at least enough to pay the freakin' morgtage and marry the cute sassanach who got snowed in with them and helped in the search.

Dan, we may have to have separate tubs.

The lack of slope in back was actually kind of nice, especially for those who do not have tiny perfect human bodies.

I cannot get comfortable in a tub without the slope no matter how many inflatable pillows I use. Then again, slope on one end, no slope on other? That could work.

ETA: a whole bunch of stuff. Eventually I'm going to get sleepy enough to give up on this post and go back to bed.

---

Plei, did your bathroom get finished, then?

---

Ooo! #7: the Pretend Engagement! (Where a couple who doesn't want to marry pretends to be engaged with plans to break it off, but accidentally falls in love along the way.)

Oldest daughter to marry so that the younger children will have better lives

Yes! Is this a 7b, or does Marriage of Convenience that turns in the real thing at the worst possible time, a number 8?

Hi SA!

---

My tub is long and almost 80 years old. I love my tub.

(It's not a clawfoot, just a standard mid-20s deep tub, but I still love it.)

That settles it, I'm going to Plei's house to have a bath. Growing up, we didn't have a shower, just an old, porcelain-coated, cast-iron, claw-footed tub. It could fit three people in it and held the heat FOREVER.

I hate my crappy, modern, narrow tub. With no decent backrest. Feh.

Owen pulled himself to the standing position in his crib. At 3:00 a.m. And then couldn't figure out how to get out of it. I had to get up and rescue him.

---

We have an old tub in our apartment. But, it was painted pink, and the paint is pealing. And, it has those little footie turtles partially stuck to the bottom, and it's just gross. No taking baths for us. Bathtub is used for showering only.

Good morning! I slept 11 hours last night. That helps make up for the basically no sleep I got the night before. Yay! But, I'm still sleepy. Coffee. Coffee will help.

Silly Owen!

---

Poptarts:

PC, last night I sent you an e-mail with my cell phone number. Will you just let me know that you got it?

---

On assignments where we had to turn in an outline, I wrote the paper first, then made an outline of it.

I am Susan. I'm also waiting for someone to give me a deadline for a novel.

I love the Owen story. Owen, I'm afraid life is just a series of getting into things you don't know how to get out of.

Outside it is very sunny, the sky is very blue and it's 20 frelling degrees.

---

Owen pulled himself to the standing position in his crib. At 3:00 a.m. And then couldn't figure out how to get out of it. I had to get up and rescue him.

Hee, I remember my kids doing that, although I don't think (and I should kiss them for this) that it happened at 3:00 a.m. But they'd rise to standing and you could see them thinking, "How do I get out of this?" It's one of those if-babies-cussed moments.

---

Ginger, your novel deadline is October 2, 2005. Get cracking.

---