YES! She'll find out that Stefano stole her diamonds and she's really a princess of a made up country!

But she'll fall in love with the brother she didn't even know she had. So it will be such a relief when she find out she's not really the princess after all, but her look-alike, and totally unrelated to the man she loves.

dammit, are you saying that the link to my precious doesn't work?

heh, this is exactly the same problem I was having earlier today. Want to see more cutie patooties!

Links say "Forbidden". Vortex.

grrr. must head home now, will try to fix later. She's totally worth it.

vw, don't trust Stefano as far as you can throw him.

I am sad, because a family weekend I was planning for next month in Salem looks like it is kaput, or at least, changing locales. I can't get into it any more than that because it's all nebulous stupid family stuff and buttons and oversensitivities and hating myself because I'm not selfless enough, because the martyr role is highly prized in this branch of the family tree.

I am slightly less sad because Tom is cooking dinner (tilapia with spicy cherry tomato and parsley) and it smells nice.

I'm hungry.

can you see this?

can you see this?

No. Alas.

Can you write on it?

Probably, but I'm thinking no.

vw, don't trust Stefano as far as you can throw him.

This I have learned.

What IS it with this thread? We obtain boys, frolic with same, and then they act inscrutable!

Oops. I think I'm doing it wrong.

So! Wallybee came over for dinner last night. First, I must note that she looked amazing. Gorgeous outfit, plus haircut and new glasses. And she has now met members of my family, being my younger brothers (the ones in Melbourne). She thought Brendan was intelligent and funny, and you'll be happy to know that Keiran was on his best behaviour and only said "Mad cunt" twice. (Not in relation to the Wallybee.)

Happy Birthday to Libkitty, (one of) our Librarian Warlords! Hope the day is filled with yummy things that make you happy.

ChiKat, I would happily go big-girl thrifting with you. There's a nice consignment place over near Suzi in Alameda, too.

Trying to remember if getting together with DH ever felt like Big Cinematic Luv. I'm pretty sure it started out in the cozy and comfortable aisle instead. Except for the screaming monkeys in my head jabbering "ohmygoshohmygoshohnowhat'sgonnahappen?"

Our bug's headgear looks soooo much less threatening than I'd imagined. If you draw a tiny scratch just at your hairline with an eyeliner, you'll look like you have a tiny movie-star injury. Something that may possibly help with itching: When I had a cast on my leg, I would aim the hairdryer into it instead of poking a bottle brush in there to scratch. Maybe it was just the fact that I was Doing Something that helped me.

Trying very hard to focus on a project that I haven't been able to finish for years and years. Either I put it off, or I re-do something for the umpteenth time. It makes me feel awfully guilty.