Now it looks like I'm heading to Northampton today to buy yarn. What fun!
I used to live in Northampton! When I was, like, two or three. Or maybe four. It's the earliest I can remember.
Oh, P-C. I'm sorry. All this stuff can be so hard.
Spectral Bovine: I don't think I've ever lost a friend on this scale before.
Merinda618: I know, darling.
Merinda618: You didn't lose her, though.
Merinda618: She is lost.
Merinda618: And hence...everybody loses her.
Merinda618: You didn't do anything that wasn't what Sunil would do. And that's all we need from you. Be you.
I like Merinda very much.
But, first I have to call and see if they have the colors I want. This may be a moot issue.
Can they mail the stuff to you? It's such a long drive.
I like Merinda very much.
Me too. I don't know what I'd do without her.
Merinda is wise.
I always conclude that these people must lead deeply, deeply uninteresting lives.
But what's wrong with eccentric? I aspire to eccentricity.
Can they mail the stuff to you? It's such a long drive.
Yeah, I think that's what I'm going to do. They have to special order the colors anyway. I'm glad I called before I headed out there!
Heh. Google Personalized page has this for word of the day:
parley: a conference or discussion; also, to confer.
Having just watched the Big Gay Pirate Movie, this amuses me.
But what's wrong with eccentric? I aspire to eccentricity.
Oh, nothing. But people whose response to my family is "Wow, look at the whacky eccentricity"... clearly not very interesting people, imho. It's not like any of us go around
trying
to be whacky and eccentric. We're just us. And we're not The Addams Family, or anything.
(Which, again, nothing wrong with being that, they're cool, but - really, fairly normal here. Not sheep, certainly, but not way out wild and zany either. So if we're pinging someone's eccentric-o-meter, then they're probably not having a very interesting existence, imho.)
I can't be eccentric, I'm not rich enough. Till that happens, I'm a freak.
Billytea is so foamy...except for the part where if you guys are for real and get together and sit around the house on your anniversary going "What are the odds?" and you'll actually *know*...that's a little too geek to be sexy. :)
Of course, my main consolation right now in being single is how much it lowers my risk of being murdered, so you might not want to hear from me on that, anyway.
