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Only in England would there be rules for tiara-wearing. Here in the US, one can wear a tiara while vacuuming. In the nude. Unless Homeland SSecurity has recently made a counter-ruling on that.

On Buffista Island every day will be tiara-appropriate, and there will be none of these silly rules about married/unmarried, or males/females being able to wear them.

While I have no defense for her, I'm sorry for her that her daydream about what Merry Olde England is like has been pierced by reality.

{{Sean}} Just because.

Rules, schmulz. And a tiny round hat box is perfect for packing a tiara. Ppppffftttbbbbbbb.

I found out today that I missed an gyno appointment last month. *sigh* And the calls from my dentist indicated I probably missed a cleaning as well. My brain is mush.

Here in the US, one can wear a tiara while vacuuming. In the nude.

Actually, I think that's what we're forcing the inmates at Guantanamo to do.

Here in the US, one can wear a tiara while vacuuming. In the nude.

Actually, I think that's what we're forcing the inmates at Guantanamo to do.

Lucky bastards. Aside from the vacuuming, I mean.

OMG. SO TIRED.

And so much to do.

Also, cannot nap, because I'm expecting a package. Sucks to be me.

I just came home sick. Cancelled two appointments with students, plus office hours, and missing a seminar I was supposed to attend. Didn't want to cancel all that stuff, but I threw up my breakfast and then barely kept down my lunch, and just couldn't get through five more hours of being in the office.

{{Hil}}

I swear, I need to smack everyone in my dentist's office. I called and the receptionist all but begged me to come in today to fill a cancellation spot. I told her I didn't have childcare. "Oh, we can watch them, the dentist isn't here." Um, no. I'm not leaving my 2 1/2 year old who will not sit still and my 8 month old in the care of people I barely know in an office full of sharp, pointy dental tools. I had to tell her 3 times that Owen is a handful and isn't the type to sit still and read a book while I'm in the chair getting the tartar scraped off my teeth. I can come in next week when C can come home for lunch and watch the kids for me.

They're desperate for patients. After our old dentist left, the new one inherited the practice and people are leaving left and right (I'm planning on it, too, after the nightmare work she did on my last crown.) She actually had a little chat with DH a few days ago when he was in getting a cleaning. She said she understood people missed Dr. Bernie but that she was trying to get feedback and adapt to keep people happy. Whatev.

t snuggles hil