"Lullay Thou Little Tiny Child,"

*cough* "Coventry Carol" *cough*

of course , you never know when the young will turn on their elders and decide that humans are food.

Note that we did discuss the coming apocalypse and the taste of human flesh, at brunch. But only Lilian decided to attempt a tasting.

So tired, but for a good reasons: 1. New House. 2. New Puppy

So CUTE!!!!

"How many chins do I actually have?" "How much of the time do I look like a 15-year-old trying to look sexy?" "Um... why is my face lopsided?"

Heh. Let's just say I'm glad I didn't look at most of the Santa pictures taken Saturday night. Because the few I saw were not especially kind. I felt like the outfit was working, but somehow my chins kept multiplying...

Right now he has something in one of those plastic packages that's almost impossible to open.

I hear you can use a can opener...

DC's jury room is one of the circles of hell. Crowded, not well cleaned (ever), overheated, with multiple TVs blaring (luckily all the same thing), not enough restrooms, etc.

aaaaaaamen.

If that didn't work, I also come from a family full of lawyers,

Can't count on that in DC--when I served on a trial, one of the women was a lawyer--who had just gotten back from maternity leave. It was a two week trial, and she was PISSED. If she wasn't working, she wanted to be home with the baby! We also had an ex-cop on the jury. Bizarre, no?

I don't know how much it would pay, but it would be 35 hrs/wk and after probation they'd pay completely for health insurance, long and short term disability, 3% contribution to 401 K, sick and personal leave and paid holidays.

THat sounds pretty sweet, askye!!

Really? I did not know those were names for the same song. I had heard the title "Coventry Carol" but did not place it with the same music. Good to know!

(It's called by the longer title on the CD I'm listening to right now.)

There is a rockin gospel version of Do You Hear What I hear? on the radio right now. I hope they do a back announce.

Coventry Carol

Originally written for a mystery play put on by the Guild of the Tailors and Shearers in the 16th century. It's probably my favorite carol.

"Christmas Eve/Sarajevo 12/24" is a combination of "Carol of the Bells" and "God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman." Still one of my favorites.

Can't count on that in DC--when I served on a trial, one of the women was a lawyer--who had just gotten back from maternity leave. It was a two week trial, and she was PISSED. If she wasn't working, she wanted to be home with the baby! We also had an ex-cop on the jury. Bizarre, no?

DC is desperate for jurors. Whe I worked there, we had to start issuing bench warrants for people who didn't show up for grand jury dugy. the cops wouldn't go after them, but it was a pain the ass when they went to register their car or got pulled over for speeding.

Yikes. Just checked my messages, and there's one from my landlord, asking me to call her back. I'm almost positive that this is because my rent has been late lately -- today was the last day of the grace period for this month, and I forgot to send it in this month. (It's not that I don't have the money. It's just that I'm a flake and keep forgetting to pick up my paycheck, and I can't pay the rent without the paycheck money in my account. And I've already looked into it, and I can't have the paycheck be direct deposit -- I have to physically walk across campus to the registrar's office, pick it up, and walk to the bank and deposit it.)

I hate my brain. Stupid. Can't remember simple things like "get money" or "pay for living space." Or, frequently, "buy food." (Dinner last night was vaccuum-packed tofu crumbled in broth made from a bouillon cube. Today, I went grocery shopping.)

So, I don't THINK she's talking about me, because Monk put the rope on me, not her, but...I could've been!

My brain is much the same way, Hil. It's frustrating. Hope the landlord fallout isn't too bad.