Well, I've hatched a Cunning Plan. My Cunning Plan consists of phoning up to add a voice recording; according to the main page, there's a special offer in force at present, whereby the first 200 people to put voice recordings onto their sites get a free subscription. So I've left a very cheesy phone message, which they've received and need to listen to tomorrow to check it's not crude or inappropriate, and then Bob's your uncle! Although nobody will be able to understand a word, because i talkveryfastindeed, as Meara can tell you. Um. Still, insh'allah, subscription.

meara, I'm so sorry you feel oogy. I think you need ice cream.

Very cunning plan, Fay!

So daycare almost booted us because we have paid late.

So I write the checks for the past 2 weeks plus the check for the week after we get back from Michigan.

She called.

She wants us to pay for the week we're gone. Or else, she'll give Em's spot to "Parents who I don't have so many problems with."

In the Handbook it says that if we are gone for two weeks in a row, we have to pay for one week. If it's a month, we pay for 2 weeks, etc. In LogicWorld, that would mean being gone for 1 week, we don't pay.

Apparently not. Why? you ask? Because of her age. If she were a toddler, I wouldn't have to pay because she has room in the toddler program. She only has 4 spots for infants and she can fill them with "Children whose parents pay me on time."

I know we're wrong for having been late in the past, but shit.

I wanna stay home.

I got part of my Israel trip typed up, for those of you who'd wanted to know how it was: [link] It's kind of rambling, and I think I lost several trains of thought in there that I ought to pick back up, but I realized I'm not going to get everything all written up the way I want to anytime soon.

{{{Aimee}}} Daycare for infants is cut throat and vicious. I'm sorry you have to deal.

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory as a (fairly explicit) metaphor for the modern college experience.

Hee.

although, thinking about it, maybe I have hidden shallows

I love this turn of phrase!

meara, I'm sorry you're not feeling well.

Re: ironing. I like things that have been ironed, but not enough to actually do the ironing. It's not the process of ironing so much as getting the ironing board from behind the washing machine, moving the living room furniture out of the way so I can set it up, then doing the ironing itself, then putting the board back, the furniture back, and the iron somewhere that it won't scorch things or people. All in all, too much hassle.

That sucks Aimee. But all in all probably worth it rather than the stress of finding a new daycare.

Oh, meara. I hope you feel better soon, honey. Did fafou already go to the store for you? If not, they make liquid Tylenol specifically for adults with sore throats. It is sort of a two-fer I think. Some helps on contact, and then it is absorbed more quickly than the pill.

I LOVE crisply ironed shirts. But those come from the cleaners. I'd probably love for someone to put my sheets out on a clothesline and then iron them so they are sweet smelling and unwrinkled but I'm afraid that just isn't going to happen.

Great, Cashmere. Now talk about perfect cake.

Oh, Aimee. I'm so sorry. I hope you can work out something.

Hil, it's about time. *scurries off to read*

The Cat Bastet!

Not to be mistaken for the Rat Bastard. Deathmatch optional.

So I've followed in billytea's footsteps, and put up a profile on the guardian's matchmaking site.

Fay, that's fantastic. Seriously, it's the best profile I've read online (including my own), and I've gone through a pretty vast quantity of late. You have a brilliant turn of phrase, and if it turned on me I'd be reaching for my Luger. (Er, not like that.) I've decided that I know why you did it, obviously it's for the sole purpose of amusing me.

And now I'm tempted to create a Guardian profile, just so I can answer "What's better, the carrot or the stick?" with "I'm sorry, I don't swing that way."

I'm a bit stumped about the "Why should people get to know you?" paragraph.

I'd make it multiple choice:

A) I can always serve as a cautionary tale.
B) Because if they just follow me around from a distance it's called stalking.
C) To witness firsthand the future of human evolution ("DOOMED! WE'RE ALL DOOOOOMED!!")
D) I'm cheaper than television. Wait, that came out wrong.
E) So there'll be two less lonely people in the world, and if we find a third then we'll outnumber Air Supply and can go beat the crap out of them.
F) Mole rats!
G) That'll do, Pig. That'll do.

Heh. Apparently I'm only an 84% match for myself. Which is unfortunate.

See, I'd be worried if I matched that well with myself, because I'm missing all those innie and outie bits that I like.

So I've left a very cheesy phone message, which they've received and need to listen to tomorrow to check it's not crude or inappropriate, and then Bob's your uncle!

Hee. Not crude or inappropriate? I must apologise, for my first thought was 'how's our heroine going to get out of this one?'