Rae, thanks [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]. Actually I thought the movie Mrs. Weasley was OK but I'd always pictured her looking younger and rounder-faced in the books. The red hair was mainly what I was getting at; that and the ability to keep the youngsters in order with good humor.
Lush - hey, I was right? Mostly I just remembered walking down the street in Moscow and what the predominant trends there were. All those stalls and stalls of high-heeled boots - as for the black clothes, I learned about those very quickly. On my first day there I made the mistake of wearing a red windbreaker on the train and I stuck out like an ambulance strobe on a pitch-dark night.
As for me, I am a brunette - the thing people tend to notice about me is that I can sit on my hair; if I had a dollar for every time I've been asked "Have you ever cut your hair in your life?" I'd be - well, I wouldn't have to be stressing about looking for a new job. I'm not small or large; 5 1/2 feet tall; "average" really does fit me. Cute? Eh, more bookwormy. Glasses, of course. And I drive a station wagon, but only because it was handy for moving all my/our possessions in and out of apartments and dorms every few months. One day I'll have that bright red car...
As for cooking, Rae, I think you must have been spying on me last night as I tried to gently prick a pie crust that I was baking and somehow managed to shatter it into about 45 pieces. Argh! (The other survived, fortunately).
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Father, dear Father, if you see fit, We'll send my love to college for one year yet
Tie blue ribbons all about his head, To let the ladies know that he's married.
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