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June 09, 2005
A loot 'n a holler
This morning I was driving to work at the armpit of a.m. and I was thinking about the different packages and cards and surprises I have received in the past few weeks. I had plenty of time to reminisce, what with everyone and their uncle banging into each other on the 101 freeway and creating quite the parking lot.
In "Jane" magazine a few months ago, one of the reporters was describing Los Angeles traffic. She said that if you want to feel the L.A. driving experience, go sit in your car wearing a pair of Ugg boots and idle your engine in the driveway for an hour or so.
That was the best description EVER of our roads. Wish I would have thought it up myself.
All cities have traffic, but ask any New Yorker or Bostonite or Chicagoan (Chicagoan? Chicago-ite? Chican?) who has expatriated to Los Angeles if their traffic back home was worse than L.A. Go ahead, ask them. After the laughing and indignation and maybe swearing dies down, you'll be informed that we do indeed have the worst freeways and gridlock in the nation, and there are about ninety bazillion studies to back it up factually. Also, we are perversely proud of telling people about our traffic. It's like we survived something, each and every day. I'm just saying, is all.
(And because I know ya'll want some of these casually cited "studies" I'm just throwing off the cuff, here is the Travel Time Index table, in PDF format, by the Urban Mobility Study. And for those of ya'll who are complete nerds like me and want to read the whole study, like I did, you can get the full 2005 Urban Mobility Report here. It's crazy. I mean it. Makes you want to up and move to Wyoming.)
So there I was, with all my friends on the freeway, thinking about the very first package I received, which was from Kellie and Lynne. I received it on a Tuesday and I saved it. I didn't open it for a few days, and then I got another package from Kristy (krickit) and I saved it too. How did I manage to have such self-control? I knew what was coming in my week, and I knew I'd need a little Christmas-style package opening to get me through. On Friday, that particular Friday a few weeks ago, I handed a scandalously large check to a lawyer to help move along the dissolutioning. It was a sad day, and a poor day. Then I came home, poured a wine the size of my head, and opened up presents and laughed and ate tim-tams and tried to speak Aussie and put post-it notes all over my house.
[click on any small images for big ones.]
Lynne and Kellie sent me the motherload of all goodness: chocolate, Australian Cheetos, kitschy postcards, yarn, you name it!! Lynne, did you hand-dye that yarn yourself? Lynne is very crafty that way. Go read her blog. Kristy sent this beautiful box with yarn that she said had been taunting her, and I plan to make one hell of a hat with it. And that's a close-up of the post-its, which I thought were hee-larious.
Also, Kellie and Lynne included some cat toys for the furballs and I wish you could have seen how Frankie pounced on the red mouse and even endured a beat-down from the Sobakowa to retain all mouse ownership:
The following week, Anmiryam of Gromit Knits and Janis, who owns a yarn shop in northern California (and I plan to just show up one day on both their doorsteps, Hi Janis! or Hi! Anmiryam! It's me! Can I live here?) sent me some fiber goodies, too. Some of the most beautiful yarn, just luscious, and Janis how did you know I would sniff it first thing? hah hah I sniffed all this yarn, I'll have you know. I was practically high off the beauty of it.
You do realize that you're just feeding my hat habit here, right? And that this yarn will be on my head before long? I smelled it, and it said, "hat! hat!"
Ashley sent me some of the prettiest stitch markers I have ever seen, and notice she addressed the card to Raurie!! Got a kick out of that one. Oh, Ashley? The Chocolate Margarita candybar you sent? I ate it. All of it. It went great with some white wine. That was the best dinner I had in several days.
And Dani, who knows about my drinking and knitting problem, sent me some stitch markers made just for me, with the funniest little drink doodads on them, so cute!
Jane went to Maryland Sheep & Wool and brought me back a surprise!! Look! Yarn and a hat and a card that looks just like Bob, and coincidentally Bob happened to be in the vicinity, so you know. Spooky! Like he knew an orange-cat card was in the mail. (Also: confession. I wore this hat to Trader Joe's this weekend in hopes someone would ask me if I am a sheep farmer.) (No one did.)
Goodies from Jane... and Jane, please tell Peggy that I have something in the package I'm sending you that's for her, too. Hope Edward is feeling better!!
Jennifer sent me a couple of hat patterns, thank you!!! You know how I am with the hat madness. And look!! The cutest ever tape measure, it's a camel and the furry tail pulls out into a tape measure, which I think is too funny for words. How do people think these things up? I love it. And look! Cards! Cards and postcards and these are now adorning my fridge, so everytime I reach in there for the consolation wine, I feel happy because someone on the Internets sent me a card. I love ya'll. Thanks to Madeleine, Dean, and Lisa. Thank you!!
(Um, this is probably going to really embarrass me...)
Here's one I can't quite figure out. Maybe I have killed off the vital brain cells that connect memory to reality, but for the life of me I have no idea who sent this and it is DRIVING ME CRAZY because I love LOVE David Sedaris!! And this is like the mecca of David Sedaris books ON TAPE!! So I can knit and also get my brain expanded, all at the same time. The return label was from Massachussets. But the newspaper inside the box was from Indiana. HOW? How can that be? Are ya'll just trying to mess with me? Cause it is working! How can I properly thank you and grovel at your Sedaris-loving feet when I have no clue who you are?
Finally...
In April, Laura and Jen of the world-famous JenLa participated in the Revlon Run/Walk and raised money both in real life and on the internets. (Also, Laura is a girl after my own heart because she brought a coke as her replenishment for this run/walk event. Us sporty types have to stick together.) Anywho, Wendy, who runs the site Zibibbo, offered to do a drawing for anyone who would pimp out and sponsor the JenLa team. Then Wendy would pull a name out of a hat and voila! Insta-love. Good karma. And guess what! I was the girl whose name got pulled from the hat!!!
Now this is so good on so many levels, because I am here to tell you I have never once, NEVER, won anything in my entire life. My dad used to tell me that if it weren't for bad luck I wouldn't have any luck at all. The way things were going this past year, I was even afraid to play the Lotto, because with my luck I'd somehow manage to break it and I'd owe them money.
But THINGS CHANGE. I am here to tell you. Your husband may leave you to get his creativity back, and you might be sad and get your car stolen (on your wedding anniversary no less) and you might have a whole variety of very bad things happen one right after another. Because sometimes things suck. And they will just keep sucking until they stop. But they do stop! Eventually! (Am I being profound right now or what? I'm getting all philosophical up in your business while using the word "sucking." There goes my chance of a Pulitzer.)
So your old aunt purl was the winner and Wendy sent me this gorgeous Italian cotton tape and some amazing coffee that smelled up my whole kitchen, in the good way, where you walk in and think, "Mmmmm, damn my kitchen is yummy!"
So much good stuff! I thank you so so much! Thank you! I'll tell you the truth .. all the good that has come into my life lately is all right here, on this knitting internets. I'm glad I found the good internets instead of the bad one with the child molesters on it. (My mom watched this episode of Primetime Live once and called me to ask if I knew how all the Internets were full of pedophiles. It's scary out there, I tell you.) Thank you so much. (If I missed your website address, please email it to me for linkage!)
Oh! And last night I was fiddling with the packages I'm sending, assembling some things together. And I have a few goodies that I am sending to dogs, because ya'll know how I am. And anyway, last weekend I bought these rawhide bones to put in the packages (because I'm the crazy girl who sends mail to dogs) and I had opened up the rawhide bones from the plastic bag and set them in an open box with some tissue paper and ribbon and stuff. Just gathering supplies, you know.
On Monday morning I woke up and I was walking to the kitchen to feed the cats and I tripped over a rawhide bone in the middle of the living room floor.
"Damn," I said to myself. "How much wine did I have last night? I must have left stuff in the living room right on the floor! Sheesh."
So I picked it up, put it on the table and went about my day.
Came home Monday night. There was a rawhide bone in the hallway. Tuesday morning I wake up and damn if there isn't a rawhide bone in the bed with me. Now, I may not be a master of the obvious, but I'm beginning to suspect one of the following:
1) My house is being haunted by the ghost of a dog.
2) Some burgler is breaking in and rearranging the dog bones.
3) One of my cats is very confused.
And of course, it's Bob. The "special" cat. The one who stares at his own paw for long periods of time.
I told this story to someone at work, about the puppy cat and the rawhide bones, and I'm thinking it's just funny and (okay) maybe a tee-tiny bit weird. But Coworker says, "Well, can't that make him SICK? Is that GOOD for him?" Which got me worried. So I had to call the vet and ask, over their peals of laughter, if my catdog could get sick and die from rawhide bones. You have never heard a trained professional doctor laugh so hard. "Is he a guard cat?" "Do you call him? Here puppy cat!" and "Maybe you can make him sic... sic, get it? Not SICK, but sic...hahahahah."
Yeah, real funny. Thanks. Damn vet humor. This is my puppycat and I'm proud of it, SO THERE.
(Also, all ya'll internet dogs will be getting new, not pre-chewed rawhide bones in your packages. Promise.)
Posted by laurie at June 9, 2005 02:15 PM
Comments
Bob the puppycat! OMG I died laughing. We love you honey and your cats, and your procrastination and wine and everything about you. Good things come to those who wait and I have a feeling it's not going to stop for you. You deserve only the best (and now I think anything I send you will be silly). Hugs, Happy thoughts and mental voodoo to you.
Posted by: Savannah at June 9, 2005 03:26 PM
Hoot! First Comment! And it's Chicagoan btw.
Posted by: Savannah at June 9, 2005 03:28 PM
Your vet kills me! Make you cat sic! ROTFLMBO!!! One of my cats will come when I call her and both of them will sit, beg and high-five upon request. But touch a dog toy? That is just beneath them. Oh, would you please put Dani in touch with me about the stitch markers? Thanks, and hugs to Bob the Confused.
Posted by: stephanie at June 9, 2005 03:31 PM
Then again, maybe we shouldn't tease Bob about his orientation.
Posted by: stephanie at June 9, 2005 03:32 PM
Yayyy! I'm the first one to comment! Laurie, Dear...you are SO VERY POPULAR!!! I can't believe all the faboo gifts you receive from your internets pals! You are truly loved and respected. Thanks for entertaining us. Anytime you want a mini crochet lesson, just ask! I'll be happy to teach you.
Hugs!
Posted by: L.A. Ell at June 9, 2005 03:32 PM
One of my cats, who now actually belongs to my parents, fetches stuff and follows my dad around. She didn't even jump for the first three years of her life. My dad calls her puppycat as well.
Posted by: Julianne at June 9, 2005 03:32 PM
I knew that Bob and Chandler had doggie tendancies. Bob likes rawhide bones and Chandler plays fetch (when she's not staring at the wall).
Posted by: ~drew emborsky~ at June 9, 2005 03:36 PM
Glad you liked the timtams!! They also come in a chilli chocolate flavour, but we weren't sure you'd be into that. Bob the puppycat is adorable - our six month old kitten will play fetch for hours with her little purple feather toy. Maybe it's the pretty but not quite all there cats that like doggy things......
Posted by: Kellie at June 9, 2005 03:50 PM
Glad you enjoyed! Timtams are definately not diet food. Nor are Twisties. :-(
Yep, dyed the yarn, and dyed and handspun the paler yarn. It came out a bit wussy.
Posted by: Lynne S of Oz at June 9, 2005 03:54 PM
Ohmygod I thought I had settled on liking Roy the best, because of the fang--but now I might be shifting my allegiance to Bob the Puppycat. That last pic is toooo funny.
Glad you liked the markers--but what really matters is that the chocolate got there unmelted. Yay postal service!
Posted by: Ashley at June 9, 2005 03:57 PM
So...does that make my puppy a kittypup since she plays with cat toys and loves catnip? Maybe she and Bob can trade toys?
I'm so happy to see so much love directed your way. Hats (haha) off to you!
BTW...I have seen LA traffic for myself and that is still no reason to move to Wyoming. There is no good reason to move to Wyoming. Ever. Apologies to all Wyo readers...but it is damn windy and cold there. Like, seriously? my mom (for some reason) moved there and it's a good day if the wind is below 30mph and the temp is above freezing.
Posted by: taral at June 9, 2005 04:02 PM
Our dog no longer eats bones...but there are some around the house. Our newer cat, Bucky, right after he came to live with us, started stockpiling them behind the one loveseat. I guess if he is ever starving, he will learn to eat them. Anyway, your description of the puppycat caused me almost to wet my pants. Thanks...I needed that!
Posted by: Mary at June 9, 2005 04:04 PM
Whew! That was alot of info for one post. So I will comment on one thing. If you can listen to any of the David Sedaris on audio book, he reads them himself and makes the enjoying even better. Check the library out.
Posted by: Teresa C at June 9, 2005 04:37 PM
bob is hysterical!
Posted by: kelly at June 9, 2005 04:43 PM
See, Laurie? I TOLD you I had a secret! Remind me that, along with what Zibbibo sent, I have a prize of my own that I was being too cheap to mail to Italy, just to have it come back to virtually next door...well, not quite, but close enuff!
Besides, don't I owe you an invasion or something?
Posted by: La at June 9, 2005 04:43 PM
now, dearie, had i known that you love david sedaris (all highly evolved life forms do,) i would have (and will at some point,)sent along a burned copy of the david sedaris cd my best friend got me for x-mas last year. i actually laughed so hard that i had to pull over because i was sort of crying and couldn't see properly. i'll make sure you don't have it before i send it along.
Posted by: jennifer at June 9, 2005 04:48 PM
Damn, girl, you make my sides hurt!!! Bob the puppycat and his bone orientation. Um, wait, could that be taken wrong by one of 'them there pee-do-fills?'
Actually I think Bob is channeling our departed Chanel, who was just about the most in-yo'-FACE-sucka! calico cat you could ever meet. Along with the beautiful white fur and the black and orange trim, of course. She clearly showed her um, unusual heritage at an early age when the box she liked to sleep in with her little blankie started to disappear in bite-size pieces. Now it's puppies that chew on things, right? She kept us confused for a long time, 'til the Big C got her. So, yeah, I think she's signalling from her present dimension by way of your bud Bob. Start really worrying if he takes to biting if you try to rub his tummy. And if he wants to sit on your head and lick it, well, Bob is no longer just a puppydog, he will have become She!
Love ya, Purl! Come over to Burbank again soon!
Posted by: CatBookMom at June 9, 2005 04:49 PM
Gotta love that Bob! Oh, and BTW, if you haven't already, you should check out my post yesterday. I wrote it with both YOU and ME in mind.
Psssst....I don't want to say it too loud, I might scare her back into hiding, but...JEN'S POSTED 3 TIMES THIS WEEK!!!!!
Posted by: La at June 9, 2005 04:54 PM
I love your puppy cat! I'm so happy for you that you've found caring people to get you through such a tough time. Support networks are the best, be they real or imaginary! Yay for Aunt Purl/Raurie/Laurie for finding her way to a better life without Mr. X!
Posted by: Grace at June 9, 2005 05:18 PM
Come up and visit!!! San Francisco isn't that far from Los Angeles. Come up.
Posted by: Janis at June 9, 2005 05:22 PM
Bob is ADORABLE!!!
I have a kittypup. My cat has mothered my dog to the point that she makes this super bizarre meowing sound when she wants your attention. And, if I lived in SoCal I would SO go to your vet!
Posted by: vanessa at June 9, 2005 05:24 PM
Good for Bob! Em's cat, Midnight, is a puppy cat too -- comes when he's called, likes to beg for scraps when we're eating, etc. Glad you like the yarn, I got it at MS&W and it looked very sniffable.
You cna move in anytime! I mean that.
Posted by: Anmiryam at June 9, 2005 05:31 PM
Abbey and Opie do Cat like things. For instance - they like to sleep on the back of the couch.
I just realized it is like 5:30 where you are - perhaps I will go try to find your number and call you. We can chat while you sit in traffic.
Posted by: Crystal at June 9, 2005 05:37 PM
Still laughing about poor Bob the Cat...my kitty, Manny, likes to challenge our dog for her dog food. The wierd thing is, the dog lets the cat have the food...no questions asked...
I wish I had thought to send you David Sedaris...isn't he the best? I LOVE HIM....
And you totally deserve all the goodness and joy the world can give...don't forget that!
Posted by: Mary in Boston at June 9, 2005 05:48 PM
The catdog--hilarious!
Posted by: heather at June 9, 2005 05:53 PM
I'm so happy you liked the stitch markers!I saw the charms the day after I had readone of your hilarious drinking related posts, and decided it was a sign! I hoped you would smile when you saw them.
Bob the puppycat rules! I had an orange guy (OJ, originally enough) who did lots of puppy things, and liked the dog's food better than his own dry food. But he never chewed bones...
Enjoy the lovin' you're getting by way of the Internets - YOU DESERVE IT!
Posted by: Dani at June 9, 2005 06:16 PM
i'm so genuinely happy for you. you deserve it all-and more!!! your cat is so hilarious! and i'm sure he's an excellent catdog.
Posted by: lynette at June 9, 2005 06:24 PM
my Lady Spit Fire thinks the dog is her mommy.
He's not too thrilled with the idea, but he's a nice dog...
Posted by: Nancy at June 9, 2005 06:29 PM
Omg Laurie!! You had an iced tall mocha coming out of my nose I was laughing so hard at your puppy-cat! And then..OMG!!! Pictures of the "special" boy!! lololololololol!!! Funny, funny girl!!
Posted by: Lesli at June 9, 2005 06:44 PM
The complete David Sedaris box set from a complete stranger!!! You are the luckiest dog/cat owner I know. That is the best present ever. I'm a major yarn lover but if I got that box set - whew, the vapors! fan fan fan.
Posted by: kekokat at June 9, 2005 06:48 PM
SEE? you are wonderful and we all love you!!! So when you are feeling blues I want you to... no. wait. I DEMAND that you look back at all the mail-love you get and realize that we see all your wonderfullness just oozing out all OVAH the internets.
and I love your puppy cat too. makes perfect sense and when you are accepting all the awards from the DVMA (or whatever association vets belong to) for discovering a new species or genus or... something, well... won't he look the fool!
much loves,
me
Posted by: JustGrace at June 9, 2005 07:08 PM
So.. hey. I have a "special" cat myself and want to know - what did they say about the rawhide bones?
Posted by: kris at June 9, 2005 08:25 PM
i think bob is actually smarter then your average cat. I too like rawhide very much - i love all the little bones you sent and scatter them throughout the house....
i don't remember if I met Bob - I did my best to terrorize Soba was Roy my friend? I can't remember - I am sooo bad with names...
Posted by: minou at June 9, 2005 09:09 PM
Two things:
I'm so excited for you about your loot (and maybe a bit jealous - I LOVE mail!). So much fun. And, people love you, which has to make your day.
That puppy cat made me tear it was so funny/cute. The picture with him holding it in a death grip while you pull it away is great. Thanks for the giggle first thing in the morning.
Posted by: Krista at June 9, 2005 11:15 PM
How lucky and how loved you are!
I've been blogstalking you since the bus on fire thang and,now that I finally started my own blog (so you don't think I'm one of *those* internets stalkers).
When you see Mr. X in court, tell him THANK YOU. Thank you, since he's a scumsack, for leaving sooner, rather than later. Trust me, even though you don't know me, and you don't know it now, he did you a favor.
Posted by: KatieLiz at June 9, 2005 11:20 PM
Ha! I have a confused kitten as well! Thelonious Monk (Monkey Butt) was raised by Rottweilers! He thinks he's a big, bad ass dog! Sure, he's over 20 pounds but c'mon! He's drooling over those rawhides right now! I'm thinking we should host a cute cat olympics website. May the best cat win!
Posted by: Ande at June 9, 2005 11:35 PM
Hurray it made it! Quite a haul you've amassed. Tis alot o self control to wait to open it all at once, mine is non existent when it comes to yarn ;) . And I now have that cornuto for ya. Cat and a dog bone, why is it I'd expect nothing less from one of your fur friends!
Posted by: zib at June 10, 2005 01:58 AM
PUPPYCAT! This one warrants a T-shirt I think. Maybe you can sic your puppycat on the evil MR. X? Puppycat for Superhero! Defender of the Divorcees!
Feel the interents love.
Posted by: melanie at June 10, 2005 05:37 AM
Bob is great. and at least he doesn't have to fight off the others to keep control of the rawhide bone.
If you live in LA what use can you possibly have for all those wooly hats?! Here in the great white north, we NEED those things for several months of the year but when it's up above freezing we don't wear 'em. Maybe you need to branch out a little bit.
That is some lovely wool you have there..
Posted by: Jo in Ottawa at June 10, 2005 06:04 AM
I'm from Boston (Bostonian actually) and I was practically peeing my pants on the plane ride over when I visited Los Angeles in fear of driving there but I was totally and pleasantly surprised. I know that LA traffic is legendarily bad but I guess I got lucky because I never really got stuck in any hardcore gridlock. I also couldn't believe that people STOPPED for pedestrians in crosswalks, slowed down at yellow lights and didn't parallel park! what a city!
Posted by: carolyn at June 10, 2005 06:07 AM
Wow, Laurie, you are truly loved on this internets. Come on, give us a hug.
I'm going to try rawhide bones for MY special cat now!
Posted by: ashbloem at June 10, 2005 06:38 AM
I love David Sedaris so much! Sooo much.
Plus, your little tortie cat looks like my tortie cat. For a second, I was like "What in the hell is Katie doing in LA, and why didn't she bring me a souvenier when she got back?"
But, maybe she's actually a puppycat, since she doesn't like cat treats. Or most cat toys. She does like little balls of yarn. And catnip. Maybe I should try a puppy bone and see what she does.
On the other hand, if she's going to LA to hang out with you and not even bring me back a present, she doesn't deserve nice treats!
Posted by: Gail at June 10, 2005 07:50 AM
And look, the sun broke through the June Gloom for your pictures!
Posted by: Madeleine at June 10, 2005 08:27 AM
I hope you like that blue/green devil yarn. Please post a pic or two if/when you decide to make something out of it.
It is so fun to see your mail! And the cats are hilarious. Do you read the comic "Get Fuzzy"? If you don't, you need to. It is hilarious.
Posted by: Krickit at June 10, 2005 09:03 AM
I have a puppycat too - Trevor. I've called him that for years. He chews on dog toys a lot. He plays fetch (seriously, he'll do it for like half an hour) and when he was about 8 months old I actually trained him to sit (using Beggin' Strips) which he's since forgotten. He is, however, ALPHA puppycat the omega puppycat being my pitbull. Seriously.
The alpha cat in the house is really a cat.
Posted by: Amie at June 10, 2005 09:08 AM
Wow, look at all your loot! You're one popular crazy woman! :-P
Your puppycat is way too funny. One of our cat likes to play fetch. The other one, of course, could care less.
Posted by: Madalyn at June 10, 2005 11:56 AM
i'm so jealous of your stuff!! look at all that great yarn and those accessories. so fun. and let's not even mention the kitties. you know i am their number one stalker!
Posted by: stacyo at June 10, 2005 12:24 PM
I like Bob a lot - would he like a younger (friskier) girl?
Here's what I do with dogs (little, tiny, gold ones...)
http://www.modeknit.com/blog/gigi_poodle.jpg
Posted by: Gigi (Annie's new kitten) at June 10, 2005 12:32 PM
I so want a Bob. I think i'm Bob's biggest fan. *Hi Bob* *scritches* ... must send Bob some more chew toys ...
S
Posted by: southernwench at June 10, 2005 12:41 PM
Well my brother has greyhound named Kitty. Seriously she'll only come to you yelling, Here kitty kitty kitty kitty. That's why she has her name.
Posted by: Rebekah at June 10, 2005 01:33 PM
egads! i being the nerd i am read the pdf urban mobility report. i live in chicago and the traffic can be quite bad but you dont have to drive. i bike or walk or train virtually everywhere. i havent even driven my car ina week and a half! however now i am scared because i am moving to oakland and that is number two on the list!! eeek!! also i heard there is no public transit from sf to oakland after midnight! that totally sucks!! how do you get home from a show without driving?! and drunk at that? maybe nocali is not the place for me? the scenery better make up for it...someone tell me something good about this!!!
Posted by: jen at June 10, 2005 02:03 PM
I love the puppycat!
I have a kittydog myself. Ever see a 105lb German Shepherd loung on the back of a couch (yes, the back, meaning the back of a couch)?
I think this weekend I'll go buy my evil cat some rawhide just to see what happens!
Posted by: Azuredrake at June 10, 2005 02:17 PM
I found my way here through the lovelies at JenLa. I am also a divorced knitter with four cats. Two kids, as well. No, I won't ever marry again because I terrify men! And I'm glad!
None of my cats is a puppycat, though. That's quite spectacular.
Posted by: Snow at June 10, 2005 02:29 PM
I laughed until I needed to pee!!! Seriously funny shit Girlie!
Posted by: faith at June 10, 2005 06:20 PM
ha ha! one of my cats <3 my corgi's greenies. she always licks them & tries to steal the bits he doesn't chew up.
[hi, btw! i forgot how i found your blog, but i wanted to say hi & introduce myself. i don't knit, i crochet, but i am totally into yarn. ]
Posted by: pezzgrrrl at June 10, 2005 07:36 PM
David Sedaris--read/listen to it on an airplane, bus, train or in any crowd
Watch for funny looks while you, alone, laugh your ass off.
It's almost like knitting in public, but with less stigma...?
Posted by: Anonymous at June 10, 2005 08:27 PM
David Sedaris--read/listen to it on an airplane, bus, train or in any crowd
Watch for funny looks while you, alone, laugh your ass off.
It's almost like knitting in public, but with less stigma...?
Posted by: Shelly (Scarrgo) at June 10, 2005 08:28 PM
Damn, I keep doing that...
Pass the vodka.
Posted by: Shelly (Scarrgo) at June 10, 2005 08:29 PM
The peals of laughter from the vet is the best--I just came back from the vet's office because Titan was so sick for awhile (he's better now) and they were so wonderful. It does my heart good to think that they get to hear funny stories, too, as well as watching animals die. And I'm jealous just because they know you!
Posted by: Aarwenn at June 11, 2005 08:40 PM
