Alas, two women were claustrophobic and couldn’t bear standing in a tanning capsule. “They asked the bride if they could use regular tanning cream from a salon,” Ms. Goldberg said. The bride refused; she wanted everyone to be the same shade. The women ultimately declined to be bridesmaids. “Friendships of 20-plus years gone over a spray tan?” Ms. Goldberg said. “Sad!"

She doesn't get that the sad part is the bride insisting, not the prospective bridesmaids refusing, does she?

Or miscellaneous things from earlier in the week on tape?

Yeah, during the fall, Thursday nights are kind of ridiculous and *should* bleed over into Friday night watching. But even then I end up watching PR, Survivor, Office, 30 Rock, (other reality show) all on Thursday night anyway so I can post anonymous comments on other blogs! It's a tough life, I tell you.

I don't have the cable. *t the moment I really only tape SYTYCD. - guess I should look into taping more.

Cannot WAIT for Life!

Also I can't tape one thing while watching live tv.

She doesn't get that the sad part is the bride insisting, not the prospective bridesmaids refusing, does she?

That bridezilla mind-loss phenomenon remains a mystery to me.

How, in the name of sweep, weeping Moses, do relatively sane women (one assumes) turn into someone who behave like that?

Well, just got off the phone with my sister for the first time since my brother moved out of his house, so we had a lot to talk about. Actually, after trying to dissect his marriage, we ended up agreeing we weren't in the marriage and are obviously biased on one side, so what we were saying wasn't fair to either of them.

However, that didn't stop us from going over all of my sister's long-time issues with SIL, whom she hasn't really loved since the youngest nephew was born (sis hasn't forgiven her for not asking one of us to be his godmother, since she asked her single brother and his girlfriend to be the godparents and the girlfriend married someone else before nephew learned to walk--didn't bother me, what with my religious issues). Oh, well, we decided to drop the entire subject after talking about it for half an hour.

First, though, she had to tell me about her initial conversation with Mom when she told sis about the breakup. Mom has a bit of a martyr complex when it comes to her divorce from Dad, and it showed up during the phone call, when Mom started crying and wondering if brother's marriage failure had anything to do with our parents'. Sis snapped her out of it pretty quickly by saying, "Yes, Mom, everything bad that has happened in the world in the past thirty years stems from your divorce. It's ALL YOUR FAULT!!" Mom paused, and then started to laugh, acknowledging she deserved that.

Barb, your girl is truly lovely!

Stephanie, I would love whatever you send. I need to get a box together for Matilda (I officially have 12 tubs of clothes in Liv's closet). I'm also doing a box for Dillo when flea and family get relocated.

I really love swapping baby clothes with buffistas.

I'm making clafouti from Jesse's recipe, and it's just not happening. It's only "baking" at the edges after 35 minutes. The rest is liquid. Is the timing that off?

Cash, glad I'm not the only one with tubs and tubs of clothes. I've decided that if we do have more kids, I'm just starting from scratch because I am just drowning in clothes here.

[x-post from my LJ]

Before I go to bed:

So, last night, I woke up from this dream of a plane crashing. In the dream, the plane was spiraling out of control downward and as I looked, I could see that one of the wings had fallen off. I tried to see the airline and I could make out that it was Qantas. Then, after the plane itself crashed, the broken wing came flying downwards when this giant helicopter with a claw grabbed the wing and all the people in the wing (yeah, I know no one sits in the wing) climbed on board the helicopter.

This morning, I see on CNN that a Qantas plane dropped 20,000 ft. yesterday and that there was a hole in the fuselage where the wing connects to the body. Everyone was fine.

eta: And thanks to those who recommended the Amby. Frisco is sleeping in his right now AIFG.

Huh, I thought I used Jesse's recipe, but mine is slightly different. In any case, yours shouldn't be that off.

FTR:
Cherry Clafoutis
2 tbls butter
2 cup unpitted cherries (or, blueberries)
4 eggs
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup 1% milk
1/2 cup heavy cream
3/4 tsp vanilla
1 tsp dark rum
3/4 cup flour
pinch salt

1. Preheat oven to 350. Place butter in 8x8 glass pan to melt in oven. Fill with cherries.
2. Whisk eggs in a bowl. Add sugar and whisk until mixture thickens and is pale yellow. Add milk, cream, vanilla, and rum. Whisk to combine.
3. Pour batter over cherries/berries.
4. Bake, rotating once, about 45 minutes.