Oh, connie. So much ~ma to you and your DH.

It should be noted that that picture doesn't even do Raquel justice.

WS, you're welcome to it, though I actually pinched it from the one episode of Blackadder I saw in my entire teenagerhood -- he was plotting something maleficent and gloatingly rubbing his hands and cackling over great flipping wodges of cash, and I have never forgotten the phrase or Atkinson's oily, eager, delicious delivery of the line.

Working as a nanny, it was for me similar to what ita describes. I was very much part of the family. We breakfasted together, then the parents would go to work and the baby and I'd take the 5-year old to school, then come home, shop, cook, do stuff with the baby. We had a cleaning lady, so straightening up is all I needed to do. I knew these people because they were part of my social set. Half my friends worked for the production company the parents headed up anyway, and they'd come home for dinner most nights, which I'd cook. We had a blast. The mom used to be an actress in England and she'd get us doing the most FUN games. If I hadn't've left the cult and been a pariah to everyone except my sister, I'd probably still be friends with them. Anyway, it was the most fun job I've ever had.

My coworker's husband didn't have a heart attack, whew! It's probably an inner ear infection, or something. I picked them up at the hospital and drove them to the transit station. They were going to get themselves home and to their family doctor.

Java, good news.

connie, much ~ma to the hubby and to you, the one who waits without knowledge and that is scarier sometimes than the one who at least can see what's going on while it's going on.

Steph, looking at the title to your pic, Raquel reminds me a little of Jill St. John. Even better, she looks like herself and she is truly gorgeous.

Connie, much ~ma. I'm sorry you have to go through this again.

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Raquel is so beautiful that you wind up being distracted while you're talking to her. "Why is she talking to me? Doesn't she know how gorgeous she is?"

Aw, Hec, with the silver tongue.(Not like Jedidah Springfield's one.)

Thanks, erika. Now I'm all creeped out. There's few things squickier than disembodied tongue prostheses.

There's few things squickier than disembodied tongue prostheses.

What about Tycho Brahe's silver nose?

And why has that never been a song title? Fuck, that would've been perfect for Guided By Voices.

Heh. When you google, the second hit is: "Tycho Brahe Homepage. With summary, his observations, death, nose, castle."

"Death, nose, castle" would also make an excellent song title.