I don't enjoy Potty Talk but...
I LOVE my new wallpaper. It is hard to see but it is the same toile pattern as the entrance hall just in a lighter tone on tone shade. I have a fun story to share. First I'm so excited! I'm having dinner with Carson Kressley from Queer Eye at Boardwalk hall tonight for the Missed America Pagent.
I used to live on The Main Line, a cluster of suburbs outside of Philadelphia. I guess I had a bit of a lock jaw. When Hermes first called me, to introduce herself as my roomate she called me Elizabeth. In an effort to correct her, I explained she could call me "Beth," which is the only name I've ever answered to (except now I'm BUT MOMMIE). Hermes, confused at my accent said, "What? I can call you back? OK, I'll call you back." Beginning to laugh I stated, "No, you can call me Beth!" Hermes was like, "huh? Back, Bath, what?" Dying of laughter I said, "my name is BETH!" She's like, "whatever bath tub, I'll call you back." Now everyone from Lake Forest College calls me BAUTH!