I find this word amusing. In Shakespeare, there is one time where Lady Capulet is called "a lady of rank" don't ask me where, but all I could come up with by my tired hamster-wheel'd brain was that she smelled . . . I posted that on our class conferences. I hope I don't get blacklisted for finding R&J so funny; prof. just posted that he was reading I.v. on the train the other day and started crying because it was so "tender". I regret that I don't understand his point of view. But I find it humorous.

Thanksgiving is coming. It is inevitable. The days march (they *do* march, you can watch them on any $5 calender with those nature pictures they rearrange every year) onwards (say that word out loud, it's beautiful: "onwards"!) and soon, very soon I will be learning how to put together a seven layer salad (nevermind, there are vegetarians present so no bacon bits--*SIX* layer salad), a spiral ham, a baked turkey (apologies to the veggiephiliacs), pecan pie, pumpkin pie, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole (the one with the crunchy onions on top yumyumyum), and all that nummy stuff. Of course, byt the time the Hour to Eat actually comes around, you know who will not be hungry? We will have baked, mixed, stuffed, layered, poured, thickened, washed, dressed, filled, sliced, diced, chopped, mashed, et al. for two or three days so it will all be old hat! Which is not strictly true. See, you can't believe what I tell you all the time because half of the time if it comes out of my mouth then I've changed my mind by the time it gets to your ears.

Anyway, I really have to get back to work. REALLY. dash it all I HATE coyness. I need to find a christmassy picture for my blog. Puddleglum is satisfactorily gloomy and expressive of my temperment but I need something Else to be amused by. New pic! New pic! A quest! Alright, a quest.

*hums benevolently to her keyboard*