Do they grant baronetcies for those that dare bare their faces in public papers amid the stories of their doings? Would slitting throats on a public stage accord an earldom?
Haley's moved in and mostly unpacked, and by mostly I mean we basically unpacked her X-Box and bowls for cereal. Good enough. I have one more reading and signing to do today and then I'm free. Brunch tomorrow?
[This post comes after a night of hitting every single jewelry store within a five-mile radius of the penthouse. She's contemplating a fine art museum at the time.]