Edina: Sweetie, we dragged these people screaming into the 20th Century. We gave them all the mod-cons, darling. We gave them the non-squat toilet... toilet tissue, darling. I mean, how do you think they used to wipe their bottoms before we came along?
The Feudal Mistress left at lunch to go to her husband's 40 year high school reunion. There's not much to do here, so I'm going to try to just coast for the rest of the day.