Bend your knee, peasant!
*squirrelly look*
Someone is procrastinating. Someone who hates packing and who has locked up trapezii already from her week and who is staring down the barrell of a 10 hour drive.
So....
Your Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Countess Christine the Paragon of Withering Glance
It's perfect. I cherish it. I am actually using my withering glance two to three hundred times per day at work, lately.
And, incidentally, I'm married to "Earl John the Verdant of Much Madness upon Avon." He does favor green.
Someone is procrastinating. Someone who hates packing and who has locked up trapezii already from her week and who is staring down the barrell of a 10 hour drive.
So....
Your Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Countess Christine the Paragon of Withering Glance
It's perfect. I cherish it. I am actually using my withering glance two to three hundred times per day at work, lately.
And, incidentally, I'm married to "Earl John the Verdant of Much Madness upon Avon." He does favor green.