Was going to go to bed, not post, after girl's night at Zuzana's house, but I felt obligated to respond to Erin's cruel comment on my last post.

My dental hygenist, I'll have you know, was AMAZED at the quality of my "home care" and how beautiful and pearly white my teeth are. (Well she didn't say the last part but I could tell she was dying to.) I continue to astound my dentist with my infrequent visits (cause I always forget when I'm home) and then how gorgeous my chompers are when I go. SO THERE!!!!

I'm sorry no postcard from the Ice Palace. We found the post office, but Paul was right (hmm, I shouldn't put that in writing) -- I should have brought something to mail. The line to the merchandise tent was almost as long as the line to get into the castle. Most of the people I think were just waiting to buy hot chocolate, but that's where I would have been able to get a postcard or sumpthin'. I can send a picture though when I get this roll developed, which will probably be next summer at the rate I take pictures.

(No electricity? Those terrorist bastards!)