Seriously, she can't sing. She didn't win, but Armenia did quite well. I don't get it. Is all of Eastern Europe just tone deaf or what?

On another note, I find it disrespectful to screw up a person's name in any instance where it's easy not to. If I write you an email, and you're replying to it, my name is in front of your face. You have no excuse to spell it wrong. If you don't take the time to look at my name before typing it again (or hell, you can even copy and paste it!), then you don't care, and that's disrespectful. If I introduce myself to you, and you immediately reply calling me some shortened version of my name, that's disrespectful. If someone says, "hi, I'm Jennifer" and they don't follow it up with, "but you can call me Jenny," then you have to assume that you can't call her Jenny. The end. To assume otherwise is disrespectful.

My name is Lorry. Not Lori. Not Lorrie. Not Laurie. Not Larry. Not Lor. Lorry. My husband is Thomas. Not Tomás. Not Tommy. Not Tom. Not Tomboy. Thomas. Got it? Good.

That woman for Armenia can't sing at all. Why did that get through but not The Netherlands?

I have mentioned before that I don't like strollers. The devices that Danes put their infants in are larger, more elaborate contraptions than what Americans do, and I prefer to call them prams. It sounds like something bigger and more substantial than stroller, IMO. Regardless, I don't like them much either. Even so, put aside the fact that I have no desire to own or use one and admit that some of them look kinda cute. This post isn't about the cute ones, though.

Seriously, am I the only one who thinks some of these prams look as if they were designed by the same people who make coffins and hearses? I wish I had a picture of one I saw being pushed around Hellerup this morning. It was baby blue, but they still managed to make it look like a wheeled baby coffin. What's the attraction to that? I don't get it.

Thomas had Thursday and Friday off. He's not sure if the day off is because of Ascension or because of International Workers' Day, both of which happened to fall on Thursday this year. Regardless of the official reason, the overwhelming majority of Danes only care about the latter. We went to Fælledparken to see what sort of festivities there would be. As it turns out, there was also a football (soccer) match that day between the yellow and blue people and the blue and white people.But wait! There's more!