OK, I know what I want to go as for Halloween, but not how to achieve it (cheaply). Does anyone know of anyplace I could get, or anyway I could fake, a three-piece suit like this: [link]

It's going to be dyed pink. And I will be Pink Freud.

Last night I made garlic roast chicken on a bed of roast potatoes with zucchini (or courgettes, in the parlance of this country) and 3/4ths a bottle of pinot grigio.

Needless to say, it was very good. I'm not sure whether I was more tipsy on the flavor or the wine.

Gronk. I couldn't convince Teacup Guy to take a sick day today, despite him being sick. He didn't have paid sick time at his last job; I think it is going to take him a while to get used to it.

waves

My TA will be whisked off on a school trip in November, as an extra adult to go along with the Year 5 & 6 kids, with our Canadian TallBlondNot!RodneyMcKay guy and the Annoying Guy. Apparently last year they went to the jungle, hiking. This year they're going up to Chang Mai, which is Thailand's other big city (although wee compared to Bangkok, natch).

Jungle.

One of the parents whose child went on the trip last year is very ... reluctant... to let their son go on the trip. Apparently she's been coming in complaining about it every day, even though her husband's okayed it.

Apparently her son, last year, returned from the jungle trip with a leech in his underpants.

(I translate for the USAians, lest anyone assume that by pants I mean trousers).

In his PANTS.

A LEECH.

She brought said underwear into school, still stained, and waved it at the headmistress. Apparently.

A leech. In his pants.

shakes head.

...back in the UK, I feel reasonably sure that returning from the class trip with a leech in your underwear is not an everyday occurance.

Year 3 are off on a 3 day boat trip, but parents are worrying about safety because of the floods. Year 4 went to a Snake Farm.

...I'm thinking Starbucks would be a great place to take Year 2 for a class trip. Or, you know, maybe the cinema. Yeah. Something sans bloodthirsty death. Call me crazy.

A leech. In his pants.

the unexpected hazards of the job.

Usually, only wicked step-mothers take 4 and 5 year olds for jungle hikes. I kind of don't blame the mother. I might not send my 5 or 6 year old to a big city. Is it an overnight trip or justa day trip, Fay?

Tom is home nursing a proto cold because we have a wedding this weekend and he CANNOT BE SICK. And neither can I. It's the wedding of one of my oldest and bestest friends. It's relatively near by (in CT), and should be a lot of fun.

Happy, happy birthday to Cashmere, with cake! Hope this is a wonderful year for you.

Happy Birthday, Cashmere!!! I hope you have a good day!

Happy Birthday, Cashmere!