Is it stuffed with real Greeks? Hey, somebody had to say it! 
Happy next birthday, boofae!
And speaking of days, how in the world did it get to be Monday again already?
I read both Emily Post and Amy Vanderbilt cover to cover when I was in high school, but blackening candle wicks isn’t one of the things I remember – not that I would bother if I did. (One of the few things that I do remember is that a gentleman doesn’t shake hands with a glove on.) I’ve also read Miss Manners from time to time, for amusement; the only thing I remember from any of her books is that one should not say “Excuse me” after farting.
I normally don’t watch telly, but Lady SCAdian and I have been amusing ourselves by watching Resident Alien – Alan Tudyk is wonderful as an alien posing as a small-town doctor whilst trying to find the device he is supposed to trigger in order to wipe out all human life (said device having been lost when his ship crashed into deep snow after being hit by lightning). Unfortunately, we’ve watched all of the available episodes and are now forced to wait from Wednesday to Wednesday to continue…