We bought an old sewing machine at an estate sale, and are going to use it as an end table. It's an old-fashioned Singer--the kind that's built into it's own little wooden table.

Is it an old treadle machine or electric? I adore sewing on treadle machines, it's the ultimate in control.

It's electric, but the cord is elderly enough, I'd think twice about plugging it in and giving it a go.

Spam keeps trying to resolve my Eliza Dushku problems.

I just found a wee MSU cheerleading uniform. I think I need it.

And lo, I have it in mine to the tune of "Allison."

I held this song dear. It was mine, all mine.

And now, ruined.

cries

And now, ruined.

Joss is a powerful man, to get beyond your attachment to the song that calls you a slut and threatens to kill you, and ruin it with a movie. WHICH YOU HELPED MAKE HAPPEN.

So it's really all on you.

Don't let ita ruin it for you. Just be like me and repress any knowledge of how to scan the word to make it fit the song.

"Naaaaa-ay-than....I know the fight is still in you...OH! Naaaaaaaaaaa-ay-than...rebels are true..."

My mom called earlier. She said my nephew had an extraordinary adventure at a farm.

He saw horses, turkeys, and cows.

She asked, "what sound did the cows make?"

He said, "mooooooo."

She asked, "What sound did the turkeys make?"

He said, "Turkeys bite me."

And held up one bandaided finger, which he was apparently using to poke at turkeys.

BWAH! Funny kid.