Cause he's him! Wishing you both smooth(er) sailing in the future.
OK, you'd think I would have learned to not put sharp things in my pockets after I accidentally sewed the surgical scissors used to remove my mom's c-section stitches into my winter coat ( they were from my birth! What? She saw them and knew they'd make good seam rippers for sewing and so took 'em) and subsequently stabbed myself in the hip one day (which is a weird sort of symmetry...)
But no. Stabbed myself with one of those flossers tucked into my fleece.
Yeah, it's a fragment of a sentence that leaps right off the page, isn't it?
Sheesh, scrappy! At least it's more interesting that work bullshit for most of the rest of us...
I was using them to rip a seam to replace the zipper! And then when I stitched the seam back up, they got sewn inside.
It sounds even weirder, doesn't it?
And then I went through airport security several times over the next year before they attacked me.
She was very happy to get them back. None of the other scissors on the market quite compare.
uh huh.
Pour yourself a cocktail and put your feet up. Skritch the pets and treat it like PPV.
I think ita's got the right idea there, Scrappy.
To add to the weirdness, I have the scissors she confiscated from the c-section with my brother.
Thanks for the facebook thoughts. I feel weird about it because I am Sophia Brooks on the internet, but I need to use my real name for this facebook group, and then I somehow have mixed identities.
Scrappy, I also think a cocktail would help.
A cocktail would very likely help, but it will have to be later, as I am leaving at 500am to make an 8am plane and I still have to pack and must do that before I collapse. I must say venting a bit has cooled me down, so thanks y'all.
