Alien Spouse

Semi-Skimmed Evil

By the way, according to an on-line questionnaire (an unimpeachable source I'm sure you'll agree), I am 14% Evil. 

This is apparently very low on the Evil meter, the survey analysis recommended I turn to the dark side more often to get things done.  Clearly the people who put this test together have also noticed how much easier it is to play Star Wars Lego once you've unlocked Darth Vader.

Slight Head Cold

I have a slight head cold.  You know how, sometimes, a couple of days before you get the actual cold you can just tell it's coming because you feel a bit blah?  Well, I had that feeling of blah and now the foreseen cold is here, last night my voice started going a bit husky then my nose got in on the act.  Honestly it's not a bad cold really, the main symptom is my head feeling like it's been poorly stuffed with kapok (which is what used to be used to fill life jackets and teddy bears), and my nose hurts, which makes me breathe through my mouth.

The Doc is very good at looking after me when I'm ill.  He had to attend a meeting at the University this morning, but he left me a wide range of cold and flu medicines to choose from and he's on his way home now.  Hopefully he'll be bringing chocolate with him.

To cheer myself up I called the Student Loans Company Ltd to give them my new address.  I want to make sure I get the deferment request form.

Spring Cleaning

Let me preface this post by saying that it is extremely unlikely I will regularly blog about cleaning.  Have no fear, I am quite definitely not OCD about this.  I'm aware that several of my friends find cleaning therapeutic (Hey Hinchcliffe! Hey Wilde!) but really I only clean when it needs to be done.  I think it's fair to say that over the past couple of years I've developed better housekeeping skills, and I've certainly become much better than I used to be about noticing what needs to be done.

Over the many years that I shared houses, I formed the theory that everyone has their own distinct definitions of "clean", and the degrees of variations from that they find to be acceptable.  To successfully share a house you must always take this into consideration, because it's usually the key issue that makes a house-share a delight or a nightmare.  Fortunately the Doc and I are pretty much on a par, we both like things to be clean but we don't mind too much about tidiness.

On the other hand, when you are sub-letting and find the flat not to be as fully stocked as you would have thought necessary to maintain a basic level of habitable cleanliness, the question has to arise: How can a grown man have lived in a flat with two bathrooms for a year and have come to own 4 different types of toilet brush and two plungers, but no mop? 

It just doesn't bear thinking about really.

Pre-Planning Christmas 2008

Whilst on our cleaning utensil mercy mission, we also bought some Christmas decorations mainly because they were 75% off.  We choose a pack of 18 metallic glitter baubles in plain silver, pewter, bronze and gold which were about two dollars and a matching outsize gold glitter bauble for just over a dollar.  I'm planning to display them in a glass bowl, rather than putting them on a tree.  Until then they will stay in their unopened boxes, and I'll make sure I know where I packed them when we move.

I love planning the next tree before I've even taken the previous one down, and I regularly plunder the January sales for Christmas decorations at the cheapest possible price. Obviously the Paperchase January sale will always hold a special place in my heart, but you take what you can get and, right now, I can get Martha Stewart Living Christmas baubles at knock-down rock-bottom prices.

Four Different Types of Brush, a Mop, a Bucket and other sundries.

After attempting to keep the flat clean using merely a multi-purpose spray cleaner and a never-ending supply of kitchen roll (seriously, the cupboards are bursting with roll upon roll which were all here when we arrived), I eventually had to concede defeat and admit that without the proper cleaning utensils, it is really hard to keep things properly maintained.

We therefore went to the local department store and spent $40 on cleaning products.  If you have shares in Mr Clean, today would have been an excellent day for your stock.

If I May Quote Father Christmas...

...Merry Christmas to All and to All a Good Night.

An American Christmas.

A Very Merry Christmas to You!

Actually Doc C and I will be at home today, probably playing Scrabble in between peeling various kinds of potato, but if you want to picture us in a beautiful chrome, glass, pink enamel and mirrors, 50's dream of a diner, please feel absolutely free to do so.  I would love a malted chocolate shake.

One Benefit to Not Going Anywhere for Yuletide.

T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even those drunken frat kids we have for neighbours.

What do I like most about Christmas this year?  It's really nice and quiet, because everyone apart from us has gone home for the holidays.  It's honestly quite quite lovely not to have a thumping arythmic bass line coming through the floor.

Hmm, Where Could One Possibly Buy Such a Device?

Yesterday afternoon a couple of people from building management turned up to check the heat was turned on in our flat, because if it's not the pipes could freeze up and possibly burst, and also that we weren't heaping petrol soaked rags next to the heating ducts.

They had pushed a letter under the door about three weeks ago telling us they would be doing this inspection over the Christmas break, but they didn't say exactly when.  As it happened they turned up at a really inconvenient moment, just as I had started warming up for a work out.  I said it wasn't the best time and asked if they could come back later please, but they said no, and they'd "only be a minute Hon".  I realise now that I should have stood my ground, but I loathe arguing, so I let them in.  The Doc was furious when he got home, because legally I should be able to refuse entry to my home, and that right should have been respected.

Today there was a knock on the front door again.  They had asked yesterday if we were going away for the Christmas break, but didn't make a note of what I'd said.  They were having to go back round and check every flat because they had shut the water off in the flats they thought would be empty, but had managed to turn it off in the wrong flats.

If only there was a device that used a motion detector to see if someone was in the building, and then shut off or turned on the water, as appropriate...

First Direct Have the Endorsment of Alien Spouse

I had to phone my bank today to explain that I'd just moved to America, and stuff.  I've sort of been dreading making this phone call because banks can get quite cross with you for not keeping them fully updated on your whereabouts, particularly when you are not currently working, so they haven't seen any incoming funds for a while.

I really should not have fretted, because I bank with First Direct and they are always lovely.  You can phone at any time of the day or night to have a nice chat with them, and they sort everything out for you. 

This is why I am fully intending on keeping that account open whilst I'm in the states, and why I would happily bank with them here, if that were an option.

I'm thinking TINSEL.

Last night I started thinking seriously about Christmas decorations.  The local civic Christmas decorations are already up, our town has a sparse sprinkling of giant light-up snowflakes, whilst the next town over has every single lamppost garlanded with fake fir-tree trim and a huge red bow.

I love decorating for Christmas, I generally get so over-excited about the subject that I've been co-opted into decorating my last 4 places of work as well.  This was, of course, an extremely simple project when I was working just off Tottenhamcourt Road in London.  All you had to do was pop into the three storey Paperchase there and decide on a theme.

My themes don't tend to have an awful lot to do with traditional Christmas iconography, last year our tree was hung with die-cut cardboard movie stars of the thirties and forties, plastic silver roses smothered in glitter, plain white lights and then long strands of silver tinsel.  The tree topper was my fabulous diamante star, which goes with everything, Darling.  On the mantle piece we had red and silver glass tea-light holders, and a vase full of silver, red and black Christmas baubles of various different sizes. 

When we moved I had to get rid of a lot of my Christmas decorations for two fairly obvious reasons, they would take up a lot of room in a suitcase and most of them are fragile glass, so they wouldn't survive the trip anyway.  I kept the cardboard movie stars, the diamante tree-topper and the tea-light holders, everything else went to the Dalston branch of Oxfam.  sigh.

This year I'm starting virtually from scratch, and I simply don't have a huge Paperchase full of delightfully camp decorations to fall back on.  So I've decided to go in completely the opposite direction and embrace arts and crafts.

First of all, I found a step-by-step guide to make pomanders on Instructables, and I love that orange and clove smell, so I really want to make a few of those.  For the tree itself I came up with the idea of baking salt-dough disks, painting them matt-white and then gluing a row of silver sequins across the centre.  The tree decorations will either look elegantly rustic, or totally awful, but either way they should be quite fun to make and, even better, they'll be really really cheap.

Birthdays!

Today is my birthday!  Today is Doc C's birthday!  Which makes us both Scorpios!

Yes, we are indeed one of those weird couples who have the same birthday, but Doc C is a whole year older than me.  I suspect one of the reasons The Doc married me is because it's impossible for him to forget my birthday and therefore impossible for him to get nagged about forgetting my birthday.

I'm about to go and meet Doc for lunch, where upon I shall give him the card I bought him 6 months ago (so not kidding, I got it from Paperchase on Tottenhamcourt Road) and the present I bought him on Saturday. 

Then, unless Doc is playing a very elaborate practical joke, I shall be choosing my own present, because Doc C gets performance anxiety about buying me presents without very specific instructions.

I think this year I'll be getting something shiny!

I dream of sandwiches?

I've had dreams that have woken me up before, usually because they're frightening, but this morning I was woken up by a dream because it was so incredibly dull.

In the dream I was in a small corner shop, trying to find something to eat for lunch and there was nothing I fancied, no matter how hard I looked in the various chiller cabinets.  That's it.

Why on earth would I dream about something like that?  What would a dream analyst make of it?  And, perhaps most important, what will I have for lunch today?

Only 29 Days Until Halloween.

Doc C had to send me another Affidavit of Support, because he realised it needed to be notarised, he put the Affidavit in the post last week and it arrived this morning.

He also put a treat for me in the envelope, which he started to tell me about before I firmly shushed him.  I didn't manage to stop him telling me it was something to do with Halloween, but he didn't tell me exactly what it was.

I guessed it wouldn't be novelty Halloween sweets, because they would be difficult to package properly for posting and I thought it was unlikely to be a plastic toy, for pretty much the same reason.  I enjoyed speculating about what it might be, and decided it would probably be stickers of skeletons and black cats.

When I opened the envelope I was delighted to discover it was the Halloween edition of Martha Stewart Holiday magazine.  It's amazing, plus she has more Halloween ideas up on her website, and they are so worth looking at. 

Go now, learn how to carve pumpkins properly.

Brighton Bench Plaques - Second Photo Essay in an Occaisional Series

As part of my visit to Brighton I am re-visiting some of my favourite places as well as some of my favourite people. 

Yesterday I was going to meet up with Jason and I was early, so I walked along the promenade by Hove lawns, which runs along the sea front away from Brighton and moving into Hove Actually.

This is always a nice place to walk, because the view is beautiful and because there are benches looking out to sea, so you can sit and enjoy the view.

A lot of these benches have plaques on them.  I love plaques on benches, and I previously wrote about them here.

I know some of the plaques quite well, for instance I've always had a soft spot for James Briffett, because that happened to be the bench I'd sit on most often when I went for a walk.  It's about 15 minutes walk from my old house, just the perfect distance for a stroll in fact.

Some of the plaques I saw yesterday were fairly new, so I read for the first time when I took these photos yesterday.  There are a couple which are funny, and there is one that very nearly made me cry right there on Brighton beach front.

Some are a bit tricky to read at this size, but, as ever, if you use your mouse to click on the photos you'll get a larger image pop-up in a second window.

Try adding "Yaaarrrggghhh!!!" to the end of each sentance

I've heard tell that this very day be "Talk like a Pirate Day", maties!

Who be the landlubber who decides this manner of thing?  Be it paid employment, and what be the wages like?  Are they paid in gold doubloons from Davey Jones' locker?

Shiver me timbers it be not easy to blog about visa applications in pirate-ese.  Even my parrot is finding it somewhat tricky.  Er...Yarrrgghhh!

Yo ho ho, I be discovering a mighty fine link which will lead ye to the official website.  Blistering Barnacles! Those sons of sea dogs be even releasing a charity single for Cancer Research.

Slightly Boring Tasks Completed. yay.

Have you ever noticed that whilst you are away for any length of time the post builds up with loads of really boring stuff, and then you have to sort it out but it's just so dull you can't be bothered?

Well today I took the boring bull by the horns, and got Skyping to get all the dull things done.  It only took me about an hour, but now I have a nice satisfying pile of letters with notes scrawled at the bottom.

None of them were in anyway connected with the Visa application though, so I still feel like there's stuff waiting to be done.  Pity I can't make any phone calls to get that sorted out any quicker. sigh.

American Graffiti = More Fun With Names! (12.58pm)

This photo was taken in Tennessee, not just for the beautiful view, but also for the graffiti on the fence.  It's on the top bar of the fence to the extreme left of the picture and simply says "Cookie - N - Tom".

Do you think that "Cookie" is her actual name as given to her by deranged, but loving, parents, or do you think it's a nickname?

Fun with names! (12.47pm)

One of the university buildings has been named after one of the University founders, who delighted in the christian name of Dauphin.  That's pretty good, but it's his middle name that really grabs my imagination, his middle name was Disco.

Isn't that great?

It leads one, almost inevitably, to imagine spawning a large number of baby aliens just to give them music related middle names.

These work best if you imagine them in context so, for example, Jane Jones would be Jane ROCK! Jones and she would have a brother called Paul Funk Jones and a younger sister Evangeline New-Romantic Jones.  I think they would probably have cousins called Aubrey Emo Smith, Montgomery Baroque Smith and Daniel Ska Smith.

Doc C rather likes the idea of naming a child of either gender "Murray", and he has now decided the perfect middle name would be "Post-Punk-Indie-Rock".

Today is Thursday? Right? (2.39pm)

Do you know what's really annoying? 

When you are supposed to Skype your Mum on a specific evening, but totally forgot what day of the week you were on (one of the few pitfalls of not having worked for six weeks, I thought yesterday was Tuesday.), and so didn't. 

Only to find today, that Skype just doesn't feel like connecting.

That's really annoying.

Sorry Mum!

Weird Tap (1.51pm)

This post is specifically for Stu.  No, not you Stu C, unless you've suddenly developed an interest in taps that I don't know about.  I thought Stu R might be interested though. 

To turn the tap on you press the button underneath it up.  there wasn't any signage to tell you this, I just guessed.

And then took a photo, which is completely normal thing to do.

100% Officially The Doctor

We are going back to London today to attend The Doc's graduation ceremony.  He will be wearing a funny hat and a robe.

Doc C wasn't originally planning to go to the graduation, but when we realised we didn't fly out until tomorrow we thought what the heck?  Let's cram it in!

It also means we can catch up with a few of his fellow students who we haven't seen for a while.  This includes Francisco and his lovely wife Claudia, they moved back home to Chile in December so it will be great to see them in particular.

I will be taking many many photos.

Family Photos

As well as going to a National Trust House today, Doc C also got to see some of my family history.  My Mum is very interested in genealogy and she has done quite a bit of research into our family tree.  She also has a large collection of family photos.

She had very thoughtfully collected together a selection of photos of me as a child and teenager to show the Doctor, I'm sure he's seen some of them before but there were a few fresh horrors.  Actually I do appear to have been laughing my socks off since birth, in almost every photo of me as a child if I'm not roaring with mirth, then I am looking at the camera with a cheeky grin.  That is until I become a teenager (with a very distressing fringe), and then I look so sarcastic.

I don't know which Doc C enjoyed more, a photo of me as a toddler attempting to drink from a garden hose at full power, or the pictures of me being dropped off at Uni trying not to look totally terrified.

Anyway, the visa department doesn't care if I had a childhood, so atleast I don't need to take them to my interview.  Whenever that will be.

The Elphin Look

Jason and I decided that, as we have no idea when I'll be able to have my haircut next or where I'll be by the time it needs doing, that it would be a good idea to go short.  Really short.  Think Twiggy or Mia Farrow in "Rosemary's Baby", although a haircut obviously has not made me drop 4 dress sizes.  More's the pity.

So Mum, you're going to think my hair is too short, but I am much happier with it than I was yesterday!

Hair Emergency

My hair has reached it's critical mass and looks awful, so I'm going to Brighton today to be sheared by the ever lovely Jason.  My hair isn't particularly long now, it hasn't even reached my jaw line, but that's too long for my very fine hair.  It just goes flat and impossible to manage. 

When I was a teenager I used to have really long hair, about armpit length in actual fact, what was I thinking?  I must have looked like a blonde Cousin It.

Ooh a Whole Shop of Skullies

I have a fondness for things with skulls on, I don't know why.  I do love fluffy kittens, sequins and fairies equally as much.

Anyway Planet Bazaar in Islington are clearly having a skull moment too.

Modern Manners, lack thereof

I wasn't going to mention this, but what has happened to the word "Please"?

As a child I was taught that it was polite to say please and thank you, I'm sure my grandmother would have told me that good manners cost nothing.  That's still true, good manners just make things that little more pleasant and it's so easy, but hardly anyone bothers.  I would like to start a campaign to bring back nice manners, please.

And now I suddenly feel very old...

Somerset House Courtyard Fountain

I'm guessing you have to be a kid to think this is a good idea.

 

Before we went to the Star Wars Exhibition we sat in the courtyard of Somerset House to eat our doughnuts, and we saw an entire coach load of kids going insane in the fountain there for about half an hour.

We left before they got cold and whiny, but it was really only a matter of time.  I pity the teacher in charge of that school trip.

Random Poster

This is another photo I took whilst getting lost on Brick Lane.

I know that road safety is important, but I would think that's a bit harsh on kittens were it not for two things. 

First of all I'm an atheist, so I would say that the kittens are totally safe, unless they were crossing at the lights when they cyclist jumped the red.

Secondly, this is actually an advert for a creative agency, which I think would be unlikely to really have the skinny on the motivations of deities, vengeful or otherwise.

Model Caravans

These model caravans were on display in a shop window on Brick Lane (I think, this was around about where I got lost yesterday). 

The shop was unfortunately shut, because otherwise I would have ascertained if they were designed for use with a specific type of model cars.  Wouldn't that be great? 

Maybe if your model Ford Vauxhall has a tow bar one of these would fit perfectly, then you could use it to take elfin people on a holiday somewhere really dinky.

China

Comfortable, but not a good look.

I know tabi socks with flip-flops look stupid and I would never wear them out anywhere that people could actually see me, but it is just so comfortable.

Actually aside from padding around the house, as I proved on our last trip to North Carolina, it's a great combination for long haul flights.  Your feet are warm enough, but if they swell up it's not all constricting like shoes.  And nobody see your feet, especially if you fly at night because they'll have masks on.  Perfect!

My Dreams

I've just finished reading "Marianne Dreams" by Catherine Storr, a kid's book which was written in the late fifties and I've read several times since being given it as a child.  The recurring dream described in the book is the basis for the whole plot, and it gets really quite dark in places.

Apparently I start dreaming pretty much as soon as I fall asleep, and the Doc knows this because I start twitching, or talking.  Sometimes he has to wake me up because I'm getting agitated or I'm physically fighting something.  I don't remember what I've dreamt every night, but I quite often have very cinematic dreams, and they sometimes even have theme music over opening or closing credits.

Recently I dreamt a children's book worthy story about tiny stranded aliens, and making rockets for them out of cereal packets and elastic bands.

When I overheat in my sleep I have nightmares, or more accurately, anxiety dreams.  As a kid, I had dreams about being chased by big grey wolves, the most memorable was running away down our back garden path towards my parents, who were digging with spades & forks.  I turned to look over my shoulder to see how close the wolf is, but when I turned back the people digging aren't my parents and they don't care if I get eaten.  I haven't had a wolf dream in a while though, I seem to have grown out of that. 

Now, there are three that I have most frequently:

1. My teeth are doing weird things.  Usually it feels like I have far too many and my mouth is overcrowded with them, then they start to feel wobbly and there are some odd sharp bits, before they fall out.  That one is fairly common, I think.
2. Being left.  This is obviously horrible, and I always wake up a bit tearful from it.  The Doctor always gives me a big hug when I've had this one and tells me not to be silly.
3. I am about to sit a Classical Civilisations A Level exam.  I try explaining that I haven't studied Classical Civilisations for over a decade, and that I've been too busy working to revise but nobody will listen to me.  I know that I'm going to do really badly in the exam, and I get more worried as I get closer to the exam room, I always wake up before I actually sit down and see the test paper though.

There's also a whole town that I dream about that seems to be made up of odd parts of Norwich, Derby & Brighton but with extra bits of overgrown wasteland and a really complicated system of subway tunnels, which is also the shopping centre and hotel.  I tend to be trying to get from one side of the town to the other as quickly as possible, this can be a good dream or it can be an anxiety dream, usually depending on which bit of town I'm in.

I also often have dreams about playing with kittens, but that really is just wishful thinking.

Lip Watch Update: Famous Last Words

After I posted about how much better my collagen-esque lips were I went to bed, and woke up with huge puffy lips again. It was really annoying, particularly as the things I'd identified as the probable causes I had made sure to avoid. Even worse, my lips then started to get really dry and cracked.

Fortunately Boston has a Lush, so I went in and asked for advice. The very friendly Lush lady has had a similar problem before, she thinks it's because Boston has really strong winds, and recommended the Lemony Flutter cuticle treatment.

It sounds a bit strange, but actually worked really well, and was exactly what I needed for the flight home.  I was starting to get concerned that the combination of lips swelling up with cabin pressure might be very bad.  Fortunately nothing horrific happened, and I landed with my face intact.

Lip Watch

Good news!  They have deflated to close to normal size now, the photos below show this morning and then this afternoon.

Isn't that ridiculous?  Anyway, I think it's a combination of american soap and a new lip balm, but I think I should be back to normal fairly soon.

First, the Weird Lip Thing

I've woken up this morning looking like the Collagen Lip Implant Fairy has made a house call and gone a little crazy.  Right now I'm giving Angelina Jolie, Pete Burns and Leslie Ash a run for their money.

Bumper Stickers and Number Plates

In N.C. I have noticed people like to tell you a lot about themselves via the rear end of their cars.  One number plate on the way here was "NOMOREDWI", so "No More DWI" which translates to "I shall no longer be drunk driving".  Today I saw "KMOSAABEE", clearly the Lone Ranger has ditched Trigger in favour of a red pick-up.

Bumper stickers are equally informative, in particular there is a series of stickers debating the whole Darwin vs. Creationism thing.  I unfortunately have not taken any photos of these, but I will be keeping an eye out...

Please enjoy two other examples of great bumper stickers, the first is a very popular slogan for stickers and T-shirts which is funny and self deprecating.

The second is just quite sweet, especially for a car on a university campus.

Establishing Routes of Communication

Mum suggested I sign up for a Skype account, which I did, but as my laptop is practically made of stone the connection points for the headset were at opposite sides of the computer and thus physically incompatible with Skype.  Very annoying, but fortunately not a problem with Doc C's more modern laptop.  However I couldn't get the microphone turned on, and didn't like to fiddle around too much.  Today the Doctor took a look and got it to work almost immediately, he claims that all he did was plug it in.  Hmmm.  Anyway...

Skype to Skype calls are free so Mum and I had a lovely chat for nothing, and we will be now able to talk when I'm in N.C. this week without having to worry about exorbitant phone bills. It's very important for me to know I'll be able to have a good long chat with my Mum when I'm living in a different country.

What I would really like is for all of my friends to sign up for Skype, www.skype.com, the only thing that you need to buy is a headset.  If you want to talk to landlines or mobile phones you need to buy credit for your Skype account, but it's usually still cheaper than a using your phone.  That way I'll be able to chat whilst surfing the net, and we can coo over www.cuteoverload.com together.

One of the fun things is the little noises Skype makes when dialling or hanging up.  They are cheerfully cartoon like, but not in an annoying way.

One of the Many Reasons I Would Never Want to be a A&E Doctor

So after the Doc had seen the nurse who assesses cases initially and takes down all the details of your pain, we then had to wait for a specific clinic to open at 7am.  In the waiting room were only a few other people, and finally it was down to us and one other guy. 

He had told the nurse his symptoms at top volume, so I know he'd been stopped by the police and asked if he was drunk.  He had denied this emphatically and then jumped off something, I'm not sure if this was to get away from the police or to demonstrate just how gosh darn sober he was, which ever, it was at this point he had landed funny and hurt his ankle.  Having told the nurse all of this, he sat two rows behind us, talking to himself and groaning in a suitably street tough way.

A Young Doctor (not, unfortunately, time travelling from 1970s Australia. Ha ha! That was such a great soap, sigh...) came to get her next patient and took a moment to glance at the room before she called out the name on her sheet.  She was either getting the Doc, who was sat next to me quietly reading Plato, or the "Not Drunk!" muttering wannabe gangsta, and my guess is her heart must have sunk just a little when it wasn't Doc C who answered her.

Some Mornings just SUCK!

I can imagine that you have a couple of questions.  First of all "Hey Jen, what's a hospital like at 6 in the morning?" That's an easy one, pretty grim but also fairly empty so you can get seen quickly.

Second of all "Are those sick bowls in the photo of the children's area used?" Well, yes they were! The purple chairs meant that they couldn't be seen from the nurses station, so they weren't moved until I pointed them out.  I don't know how long the bowls or vomit had been there.

Thirdly "So, why were you there?"  The Doctor woke up at 4 this morning in hideous pain, waited about an hour & a half before waking me up to go to hospital on the advice of a sensible lady on the NHS Direct phone line.  That is the joy of marrying a man who suffers from kidney stones, he can be hit with constant stabbing pain at any moment of the day or night.  It's horrible for him and really distressing to watch particularly because there isn't a thing I can do to help. 

Finally, "Oh No! How is Doc C now?"  He was sent home with pain killers, and seems to be OK now, Thank You!

This T-Shirt should be printed! I want this!

This is probably my favourite ever design at Threadless, and it got a good score but, a year later, still hasn't been printed.  It's so frustrating. sigh.

How does Threadless know?

I had to buy a t-shirt from Threadless today.

Look at that!  If she was wearing a veil, it would be uncanny.