The best idea is that he rolled off the bed (that he’s not supposed to be on) while I was at work. He probably landed on where his tail meets his body. He’s a long and short dog so risk of back injury is higher, so I flipped out.

It’s the first time I didn’t have to work for five or so years, so that was nice. My reason to work has disappeared (my late husband’s family was HUGE, Thanksgiving was a 12 hour affair of watching football in an unheated garage. It was not great) and last year visitors were awful. So I decided to stay home. It was…

I’ve been drinking since Tuesday night, with breaks to sleep and take the dog to the vet yesterday because he BROKE HIS DAMN TAIL.

Princess Anne going ‘Sorry Mummy, it’s true’ is probably my favorite moment of the entire season.

This happened on the trolley last night and I wanted to throw something at his head to make him shut his damn legs. He took up 3/4 of the damn seat.

It’s not even tabloid stuff, it’s just their general interactions and existences that are so bizarrely messy, especially the ducal houses and such, that it’s fascinating.

My fluffy, mindless brain entertainment is following the various affairs of the royal families of Europe. Mostly who is boffing who, which tiaras or jewels got warn, histories of the families and how they are connected, etc—the nonsense stuff.

Pretty much. 

Nothing quite like the great frustration of genetic high cholesterol. Do all the right things and it doesn’t matter!

I eat a 80% vegetarian diet. I don’t eat red meat. I walk seven miles a day. Today was a meat eating day and I had more salmon than one person should probably actually consume. There is no heart disease in the women in my family.

I can’t see them being like ‘k thanks see you in the new year!’ if things seemed bad/dire/whatever. But some people also ascribe lots and lots and lots of meaning to holiday gatherings and such. 

I can’t blame them for this at all. The only thing that is the tiniest bit surprising to me is that the Queen, and Phillip, are decidedly old. How many more Christmases are there with them?

I have a really (really) clean home, but my car is an abject disaster area. A mess. Trash. Dog fur. Everything. 

It’s a weird line.

One of the barristers in season 2

Could be a slew of things. Could also be #palepeopleproblems. I don’t have high blood pressure, just almost no pigment in my skin and I’m always red :(

This hurts my poor uti ridden insides. Even on antibiotic treatment for UTI my urologist has always said to lay off the laying for the duration of treatment. ow ow ow. 

WHY

Baby showers are a profound form of torture. I get their utility for first time parents—get a lot of hopefully useful things. But my sister in law is having a second kid three years later, but got rid of all their things like idiots, so they are doing it again. So people get to sit around, play stupid games, and watch…

And more importantly: how to get more attention in a situation where you and your person are generally already getting a lot of attention.