My freshman year in college, my group included way too many people named Dan. We ended up referring to them as Big Dan, Little Dan, Boston Dan, Drunk Dan, and Squirrelly Dan.

Yes, this. With lots of people, actually - Alan-from-Arbroath, Colin Medic, Smooth Rich, Dopey Rich...I'd never actually met Dopey Rich, but he was a friend of a friend and I was familiar with the name, and one day I saw a bloke on the street and though 'I bet that's Dopey Rich,' because he was the dopiest looking bloke I'd ever seen. And he was.

(He was also the son of the vicar/priest/whatchamacallit at Windsor Castle, which meant that when my friend went to visit him in the holidays, they all cheerfully went sailing through the 'No Visitors Beyond This Point' signs because that's where he lives. And lots of tourists tried to follow them, and were firmly told by the guards that, no, that wasn't okay. How cool is that? Also, I was at university with the current Maximilian Von Hapsburg. Whose chosen area of study was...the Hapsburg empire. And yes, he did have The Chin. How his tutors had the nerve to mark his essays I really don't know...I mean, dude, it's his great uncle whojamaflip. How you going to argue with that kind of citation?)

Ah, it's Mommy time.

Liv was up and about for a while from 2:30-4:30. I spent time coaxing her back to sleep then *I* couldn't get back to sleep. I should try to nap since Owen will be up in an hour or so.

Oh, you must have seen my addition to COMM. I've been awake since 4:45.

I'm like that guy on Psych. (I hope that's the spelling. I'm not caffeinated yet).

I'm catching up on DVR stuff and setting it to record things while we're out of town this weekend.

Oh, and for Fay (for whom it's already tomorrow, right?) How's the coup?

I'm half expecting Raq to pop in here, too, according to my international clock.

Fay, my mind is still boggling at you being in the middle of a coup. Well, not the middle as in the middle, but you know.

Also, I was at university with the current Maximilian Von Hapsburg. Whose chosen area of study was...the Hapsburg empire. And yes, he did have The Chin. How his tutors had the nerve to mark his essays I really don't know...I mean, dude, it's his great uncle whojamaflip. How you going to argue with that kind of citation?)

HA!

Ah, it's Mommy time.

If I wake up after 4, I generally don't try to go back to sleep. I have coffee, all by myself, in a quiet house. Still? I'm going to be an exhausted crank come supper time.

OK, I'm in for a crown this morning. A dental crown, not the fun kind. I know it's really not a big deal but I've got general tooth anxiety, and Tom isn't here to tell me it's OK, and I'm really kind of freaking out.

SO, any ~ma this morning would be greatly appreciated. Even though I am being a big baby...

Hooray for peaceful coup!

I need one, badly, and I'm just hoping it doesn't become urgent until I have a new job with fucking dental.

My freshman year in college, my group included way too many people named Dan. We ended up referring to them as Big Dan, Little Dan, Boston Dan, Drunk Dan, and Squirrelly Dan.

An enormous proportion of significant men in my life (in all senses of that word) are/have been Daves. It gets confusing. (But there's a song! "These are the Daves I know I know, these are the Daves I know..." Which I can't remember who sings. Canadians, anyone know?)

I have three Daniels: A brother, a nephew, and there's this guy that keeps getting in the shower when I desperately need to use the toilet.

There is only one Harvey, though. He's purring in my arms right now AIFG.

But there's a song! "These are the Daves I know I know, these are the Daves I know..." Which I can't remember who sings.

Kids in the Hall (sung by Bruce, not Dave) [link]

Yay for Fay's safety!

Much dental~ma, Nora. I know how you feel about the dentist.

I'm just Amy, but I added the Liz (shortened middle name) here because of the many Amy/Aimees. (We should totally take over, you know.)

I've been awake since 4:45.

Oh. My. God. I would be dead by ... well, now, if I was up then.

Sara sounds like a mini Brenda Vaccaro. And she coughed so hard last night she made herself throw up, poor baby. The snot monster is in residence here, if anyone's looking for him.

D'oh! I knew it was Canadian, but that didn't even occur to me.