Billytea's gushing is more a slathering of marmalade.

Vegemite, mate. A slathering of Vegemite.

...Oh, who am I kidding? It's all true.

Incidentally, the standard Tim Tams I find to be a bit too sweet. The dark chocolate ones, OTOH, hit the mark just right. Of course, that was before I came across the joy that is the Tia Maria Tim Tam. But even the Tia Maria Tim Tam must bow down before its lord and mater, the One True Biscuit; the Kahlua Slice.

IMO, anyway.

billytea, are you ordering your Tim Tams from somewhere, buying them stateside, or is someone back home your Tim Tams angel.

I have a Tim Tam problem.

I should mention that Trudes and Kate both had their hair down today, and I thought they looked much nicer. Do you hear me, women? Trudes! Kate! Butterfly Boucher! The hair looks better down.

Meh. I generally prefer to wear it pulled back somehow, especially in the summer. Or, you know, just cut it all off. Much easier that way.

The food at brunch was exceptional, by the way. I remember I got the cinnamon french toast and Trudy got the chocolate, and we traded bites. SO GOOD!

billytea, are you ordering your Tim Tams from somewhere, buying them stateside, or is someone back home your Tim Tams angel.

For the most part, I'm just hankering for them and occasionally checking whether a stateside supplier has yet updated their offerings. I have little hope, since they are after all a liqueur-flavoured choccie bikkie and this is a country with a legal drinking age of 21. But for Bec's birthday, I did order a packet of both the TMTT and the Kahlua Slice. And the KS is better. I can say this because of a survey I did.

I shall be home before Christmas. And then...

The Australian Catalog has Tim Tams, including limited run fudgy ones.

aussiecatalog.com

Thirding, fifthing, twentiething, or whatever we're up to now, the love of Kristin's schmoop.

I'm not crying the least little bit (so far, anyway) about Nilly's departure, mostly because I am still filled with happy amazement at the marvelously improbable fact that she got to come here at all. And there were barbecues, museum visits, kosher Chinese food all across America, a visit to Disneyland, visits and love and gifts to Nilly, from Nilly, to everyone else. It's so deliciously unlikely that any of it happened at all that I can't even begin to get to the place where I cry because it didn't last long enough.

Loving P-C's detailed reports.

She figured she'd picked up the bug from Deb in SF,

She did not. She was already sounding hoarse-ish when she got here, damn it. And it wasn't a bug - I just used mine too much and didn't get enough sleep in the space of a ten-day period. I had nodes removed from my voicebox as a teenaged singer and scar tissue polyps removed from the right VC about seven years ago, and I get hoarse easily.

I. will. not. be. blamed.

Damnit.

I. will. not. be. blamed.

At least not for this... I'm sure we could trump up other stuff that Deb would cop to.

Meh. I generally prefer to wear it pulled back somehow, especially in the summer. Or, you know, just cut it all off. Much easier that way.

Kate's the only Buffista that let me cut her hair. (Excluding JZ's current bob.) Though it must be noted Kate's beautiful with lots of hair, or a buzzcut, or any of the variations in between.

I'm sure we could trump up other stuff that Deb would cop to.

Oh, definitely. But not for Kristin's bug, because I didn't have one for her to catch.