Actually, no. I'm not all the way out. I've still got a lot of stuff to take care of over there, including trying to get rid of all of the living room furniture. And I haven't cleaned yet. I'm not till the last week.

Ah, my bad.

Still. "You wouldn't let me out of the lease early. I'm afraid you'll have to wait." And then don't answer any more calls.

Checking in late to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMPRESS!!!!! I send you smooches from across the country, gorgeous.

Happy birthday Aimee!

WHEEE!

I'm so loved. It feels good.

And with that, I am off for home to bathe a wee Princess and dress her up and then head out to dinner!

Thanks guys. Seriously. Love to all. MWAH!!!

Also, when you get married, you take not only your husband's last name but also his first name as your middle name, because the patrilineage is the only thing that matters.

So, I'd become Stephanie Sunil Spectral-Bovine?

That's....even more claustrophobia-inducing (to me) than the Western tradition of taking your husband's name. Yeesh.

afaik, in Islam a child takes their father's name, so my name would be Fay David Levi *[whateverthehellmygrandad's dad was called] [HIS dad's name] [etc]. And when I got married, it would still be Fay David Levi [Etc]. But if I had kids they would be called Serenity [Fay's Husband] [Fay's Husband's Dad] [HIS dad] etc.

I'm not All Over the patrilineage thing, but I quite like the fact that upon marriage one doesn't suddenly have to change one's name.

...I seem to vaguely recall that my Costa Rican friend, when I was a 17 year old exchange student in Canada back in the day, told me that in HER country girls took their mother's name and boys took their father's name, so she, her mum, her dad and her brother were all listed in totally different bits of the phone book.

But I may have dreamed this.

Shirt: [link] Boobies! Now with ruffles! [link] Flats: [link]

Verdict: Linebacker?

You seem to have misspelled Hot.

I wore pants today for the first time in... thinks... a very long time.

When did I acquire a Brit brain? Awaits Fay's response to this.

And the real question is, when did I acquire an American brain? Because I read this through 3 times thinking 'yes, trousers, what about it' without 'pants' even PINGING me as meaning underwear. Because apparently I now speak American.

::slits wrists::

eta

Crap. Bev, I'm so sorry about the stress your family is going through right now. You're in my thoughts and my prayers, fwiw.

eta II

*although, granted, there are not many Muslims wandering around called David Levi anything, afaik.

And the real question is, when did I acquire an American brain? Because I read this through 3 times thinking 'yes, trousers, what about it' without 'pants' even PINGING me as meaning underwear. Because apparently I now speak American.

You need a mantra. I suggest 'gobsmacked'.

I have met my first Buffista! Cashmere and I went to see Five Children and It, (which I'm going to go talk about in Movies next), and I'm happy to report that she is not mom-ish at all, but is in fact very cool. And she snuck in peach slices and snow pea pods, which amused me to no end.

Plus, we found Owen's next haircut.

Hey, all! Glad to see the Ween is doing ok, sitting in place and fuming with impatience. Or maybe impatiens.

I would like to point out that "the Ween" was in no particular hurry to be ex utero. The cervix was "long" (as the doctors kept noting), and JZ's body wasn't suffering premature ebirthulation. It was more like a crack in the foundation.

Ellie actually was diagnosed with pretty severe thrush today. It doesn't prevent her from eating out, but "We had to take her to the dr. today" sounds pretty good.

Oy. Emmett got Thrush and gave it to his Mom and me when he was in daycare. Painful tongue! Soapy flavors! Yuch.

It was more like a crack in the foundation.

I know a guy you can call about that.

the cervix was "long"

I'll bet it was long, closed, and posterior. Just the way it should be!

I think people were a-feared of premature ebirthulation because if JZ's placenta had continued to be all shirty the Weenie might have had to come out early whether she liked it or not.

So, go full term pregnancy! Choose full term pregnancy!

And now it is bedtime, as I must awake early tomorrow and tend to women whose cervices are neither long, closed, nor posterior.