Matilda got her lullabies and Christmas carols mixed up this morning and began singing to herself (to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star).

Jingle, Jingle Little Bell
How I wonder how you smell

I'm kind of spacey and not-concentrating tonight, so I'm sort of alternating between books. Right now, I'm reading a few pages of New Moon, then a few pages of The Sexual Politics of Meat, and so on. I don't think either book was meant to be read like this.

Oh, and I brought in some stuff to the tailor yesterday, to get sleeves and pant legs shortened. (I usually do it myself, but these were complicated, with linings and cuffs and stuff.) He asked me what I do, and I told him, and he said he didn't know that girls could be mathematicians -- he thought it was only guys.

Jingle, Jingle Little Bell
How I wonder how you smell

Now I'm wondering too.

He asked me what I do, and I told him, and he said he didn't know that girls could be mathematicians -- he thought it was only guys.

You should have told him you thought sewing was a woman's job.

You should have told him you thought sewing was a woman's job.

Good one!

You should have told him you thought sewing was a woman's job.

Hil, please tell me you replied with some version of this!

I just rolled my eyes. He was old, and arguing didn't seem worth it.

{{{smonster}}}} Seriously, don't read his emails during the next three day. Set your email to filter anything from him (or his friends) into a folder that you can look at when you are ready and won't see collecting until then. Everyone needs a cooling off period...you already set the parameters, so you get to uphold them.

signed, spent seven months breaking up someone who was waaaaaay to good at guilt trips.

fear my spoiled-rotteness. On top of my father flying across the country and spending two weeeks doing heavy manual labor ripping down wall coverings and installing new flooring....on top of my mother flying across the country to help me pack up a huge apartment and move it all....on top of mom buying me a washing machine and countless constructions materials.....

I am now the exuberant owner of a shiny new imac. Oh yeah, you read that right. my mother bought me a frackin COMPUTER for xmas in addition to the massive spoilery already noted above. It's good beinging an only child of indulgent and aging parents? Apparently she's been feeling guilty for years about steering me towards purchasing the Dell that crapped out in october (a guilt compounded when she herself asquired a macbook two years later, and worsened after Dell repeatedly canceled my orders for replacement hard drives, leaving me computer-less for over a month). So she has assuaged all her totally misplaced maternal guilt by buying me the most shinyily awesome computer i've ever spend merely five minutes setting up. Holy crappola, i spent more than seven HOURS re-setting up the Dell after installing the replacement hard drive and it STILL won't play nice with my wireless router or dvds. But the imac? Straight out of the box, it does everything. I stand amazed. And spoiled. And overwhelmingly in debt to my parents. Again. Forever.