But I do worry about being pigeonholed sometimes.

Heh. That's true - I wouldn't mind the odd writing gig or bit of teaching that was about something else, either. I did teach English for five years, but I got retired out for ill health (ah, the lack of irony). Maybe some general sociology teaching will come my way this academic year. A bit of a go at gender studies would be good.

Well, it doesn't matter, because I'm sure that the accomodations they have in mind are, like, large print. But that is curious, Laga. Definitely goes against conventional wisdom.

I admit I was surprised. Next time I'll see how, "I believe the jury has a right to disregard instructions from the judge when deciding their verdict" goes over.

Now see, there wasn't such a basket in the ladies' room at the club where a friend had the reception after her wedding. Seems she was careless enough to leave her luggage in the attached sitting room, silly dear. One of her other coworkers donned every pair of the pretty panties the bride had packed for her honeymoon, one over the others over her own. Several of us hit up the kitchen for rice, which we strewed throughout the suitcases. And when she found all her bra and slip straps sewn together so they had to be removed before she could put the garments on, she thought of me. "You're the only person I know who carries a sewing kit in your purse!" In fairness, the stitches were large and easily removed. The panties, however, were not on my head.

Er. As it were.

So, brides, provide a basket with a sewing kit. To...protect the identity of your pranksters. Better yet, freakin hide your getaway luggage.

Hilarious, Beverly! I will only be bringing the underwear I'm wearing to the reception site so I think I'll be okay.

I don't remember if my friends did anything naughty at my reception. After the flaming shots of Jack with my new father-in-law I don't remember anything.

Oh, hee. My brother in law`s friends decorated their getaway car. But my family is so conservative that even the fairly innocuous stuff they put would have been shocking. So after they snuck out and decorated, the SO & I snuck out and censored everything. So, like, "...or busts" went back to "...or bust," that sort of thing. So they came out and everyone was all, look how cute, decorated. And the friends` faces were priceless. Hee. And the departure was had with nice innocent family memories and no drama, because what were the friends going to say, wait, we did it more vulgar than that? We were the anti-mischief.

that's awesome, Liese.

I'm home.

We parked a block away from where we got married, in a parking lot behind some buildings, then we told everyone we were going camping for our honeymoon then stayed home--parking a block away from the apartment all week. And yes, people hunted for our car. We're right not to trust.