|A Toadflax by any other name would smell as sweet...|
There are primroses and bread and butter under the hedgerows. What are bread and butter flowers you ask? Other names include: Common Toadflax, Brideweed, Bridewort, Butter and Eggs. I love the names for all their literary possibilities (Bilbo Baggins carried Bridewort to his table...) but they crush the romance right out of the poor, inoffensive flora.
Aunt Kate's will: everything goes to charity. Phoebe is specifically mentioned - she is to get specifically nothing. If Aunt Kate's ashes could be carted out with a load of rubbish to any nearby landfill...I hear the views are lovely.
|'The name of your 10th grade shop teacher, |
Mr. Smith, or it's back to Victoria!'
George explains how his family had become wealthy...his father's forebears had been what Phoebe privately called landed gentry and had invested wisely in the first railways...there were always doctors...his mother's family had made it's fortune in the Dutch East Indies in the seventeenth century. It's funny but wouldn't doctoring be a massive step down from being fabulously wealthy? (It's a job, it really is.) How many generations back would you have to go when mother's family would have screeched the house down if a daughter wedded a doc?
|Unhappy Hipsters: The ultimate unwanted guest-room|
The freezer is being defrosted. When The Founding Bettys were kids, this was an all day job. Frost-free freezers are right up there with sliced bread...I remember sitting on the dryer once, reading The Little House on the Prairie, the blow-dryer going full-bore and ice raining down near the shop vac nozzle...I'd forgotten to unplug the freezer and it was gamely attempting to maintain temperature. I was almost strangled for those five bucks...