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I have just been reminded why I stopped doing heraldry just after we joined the SCA... because my husband got into it and we had numerous raised-emotion discussions over the subject.

Today is one of those days where I regret my SCA job - but only because he's getting interested again and has resumed telling me how it "ought to be done". I can no longer vent anywhere near him, or even just say something like, "I just spent an hour online looking for examples of something I didn't really need to look for, just because I got all fascinated by a side item on the Letter of Decision I was working on. Isn't that silly?"

Because that way lies more of Mr. Expert telling me stuff that has absolutely nothing to do with the way we are currently doing heraldry - and yelling at me when I argue with him.

Grrrrrr...

(Sorry, needed to vent a moment someplace where it won't really affect him. The only people who read my blog here are women and I *know* you'll understand the occasional spark of annoyance is only a spark!)

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We have a pet. She is a little white housecat, a Manx by breed. She is not our child, our firkin, or firbaby or any other cutesy "we want to think of ourselves as parents" type of animal descriptor.

She is a cat.
We are humans.
We are only vaguely genetically related.

She has a place in our hearts and our home but that place is in NO WAY even remotely akin to that of our own children.


I wish people would get that sometimes.