Tuesday Thoughts

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I am:
  1. 7/8ths the way through Mindy's scarf (a blue handspun merino affair)
  2. throwing a dinner for the East Bay Needlework and Anarchy Society on Thursday which leaves me both delighted and terrified. (roast chicken/vegs, chocolate hotpots/salad/bread)
  3. have no idea what an hor'derve is.
  4. bustin' my ass to get all my work done in ten days.
  5. chilled most of the time (fuckin' stone age UC Building).
  6. apparently the plumber around Casa Del Leiderhosen. Barbara is unaware of things like drain traps.
  7. not going to pick up Barbara's dead rosemary bush she ripped out forty days ago, no matter how long she leaves it in the driveway.
  8. thinking this man has the stupidest hair ever. It doesn't help that he has a face like a ham sandwich.

Comments

Melinda June said…
I can hardly wait! The suspense of the hat is one of the few bright spots in my unemployed, vaguely depressing days.

My verification word is scones. That's the first time I've had an actual word.
10:35 AM
Kireliols said…
Good luck on the dinner- or break a dish or something... would "hor'derve" be spam on a ritz? served cold of course.
12:03 PM
michaelg said…
That is some butt ugly hair. Is that the governor of Illinois?
6:58 PM
Madame Leiderhosen said…
Yes, that's the little boogersnot. Whaddya think? Is it a bad toupee?
8:47 PM
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